The Anti-Slavery Harp | Page 2

rise;?Three millions of our race in madness?Break out in wails, in bitter cries,?Break out in wails, in bitter cries,?Must men whose hearts now bleed with anguish,?Yes, trembling slaves in freedom's land,?Endure the lash, nor raise a hand??Must nature 'neath the whip-cord languish?
Have pity on the slave,?Take courage from God's word;?Pray on, pray on, all hearts resolved--these captives shall be free.
The fearful storm--it threatens lowering,?Which God in mercy long delays;?Slaves yet may see their masters cowering,?While whole plantations smoke and blaze!?While whole plantations smoke and blaze;?And we may now prevent the ruin,?Ere lawless force with guilty stride?Shall scatter vengeance far and wide--?With untold crimes their hands imbruing.
Have pity on the slave;?Take courage from God's word;?Pray on, pray on, all hearts resolved--these captives shall be free.
With luxury and wealth surrounded,?The southern masters proudly dare,?With thirst of gold and power unbounded,?To mete and vend God's light and air!?To mete and vend God's light and air;?Like beasts of burden, slaves are loaded,?Till life's poor toilsome day is o'er;?While they in vain for right implore;?And shall they longer still be goaded?
Have pity on the slave;?Take courage from God's word;?Toil on, toil on, all hearts resolved--these captives shall be free.
O Liberty! can man e'er bind thee??Can overseers quench thy flame??Can dungeons, bolts, or bars confine thee,?Or threats thy Heaven-born spirit tame??Or threats thy Heaven-born spirit tame??Too long the slave has groaned, bewailing?The power these heartless tyrants wield;?Yet free them not by sword or shield,?For with men's hearts they're unavailing;
Have pity on the slave;?Take courage from God's word;?Toil on! toil on! all hearts resolved--these captives shall be free!
FREEDOM'S STAR.
AIR--Silver Moon.
As I strayed from my cot at the close of the day,?I turned my fond gaze to the sky;?I beheld all the stars as so sweetly they lay,?And but one fixed my heart or my eye.?Shine on, northern star, thou'rt beautiful and bright?To the slave on his journey afar;?For he speeds from his foes in the darkness of night,?Guided on by thy light, freedom's star.
On thee he depends when he threads the dark woods?Ere the bloodhounds have hunted him back;?Thou leadest him on over mountains and floods,?With thy beams shining full on his track.?Shine on, &c.
Unwelcome to him is the bright orb of day,?As it glides o'er the earth and the sea;?He seeks then to hide like a wild beast of prey,?But with hope, rests his heart upon thee.?Shine on, &c.
May never a cloud overshadow thy face,?While the slave flies before his pursuer;?Gleam steadily on to the end of his race,?Till his body and soul are secure.?Shine on, &c.
THE LIBERTY BALL.
AIR--Rosin the Bow.
Come all ye true friends of the nation,?Attend to humanity's call;?Come aid the poor slave's liberation,?And roll on the liberty ball--?And roll on the liberty ball--?Come aid the poor slave's liberation,?And roll on the liberty ball.
The Liberty hosts are advancing--?For freedom to all they declare;?The down-trodden millions are sighing--?Come, break up our gloom of despair.?Come break up our gloom of despair, &c.
Ye Democrats, come to the rescue,?And aid on the liberty cause,?And millions will rise up and bless you,?With heart-cheering songs of applause,?With heart-cheering songs, &c.
Ye Whigs, forsake slavery's minions,?And boldly step into our ranks;?We care not for party opinions,?But invite all the friends of the banks,--?And invite all the friends of the banks, &c,
And when we have formed the blest union?We'll firmly march on, one and all--?We'll sing when we meet in communion,?And roll on the liberty ball,?And roll on the liberty ball, dec.
EMANCIPATION HYMN OF THE WEST INDIAN NEGROES.?FOR THE FIRST OF AUGUST CELEBRATION.
Praise we the Lord! let songs resound?To earth's remotest shore!?Songs of thanksgiving, songs of praise--?For we are slaves no more.
Praise we the Lord! His power hath rent?The chains that held us long!?His voice is mighty, as of old,?And still His arm is strong.
Praise we the Lord! His wrath arose,?His arm our fetters broke;?The tyrant dropped the lash, and we?To liberty awoke!
Praise we the Lord! let holy songs?Rise from these happy isles!--?O! let us not unworthy prove,?On whom His bounty smiles.
And cease we not the fight of faith?Till all mankind be free;?Till mercy o'er the earth shall flow,?As waters o'er the sea.
Then shall indeed Messiah's reign?Through all the world extend;?Then swords to ploughshares shall be turned,?And Heaven with earth shall blend.
OVER THE MOUNTAIN.
Over the mountain, and over the moor,?Hungry and weary I wander forlorn;?My father is dead, and my mother is poor,?And she grieves for the days that will never return;?Give me some food for my mother in charity;?Give me some food and then I will be gone.?Pity, kind gentlemen, friends of humanity,?Cold blows the wind and the night's coming on.
Call me not indolent beggar and bold enough,?Fain would I learn both to knit and to sew;?I've two little brothers at home, when they're old enough,?They will work hard for the gifts you bestow;?Pity, kind gentlemen, friends of humanity.?Cold blows the wind,