That God Would hear the Cries of the Slave.
1 Lord! deliver; thou canst save;
Save from evil, Mighty God!
Hear--oh! hear the kneeling slave,
Break--oh! break th' oppressor's rod.
2 May the captive's pleading fill
All the earth, and all the sky;
Every other voice be still,
While he pleads with God on high.
3 He, whose ear is everywhere,
Who doth silent sorrow see,
Will regard the captive's prayer,
Will from bondage set him free.
4 From the tyranny within,
Save thy children, Lord! we pray;
Chains of iron, chains of sin,
Cast forever, cast away.
5 Love to man, and love to God,
Are the weapons of our war;
These can break the oppressor's rod--
Burst the bonds that we abhor.