AIR--My Faith looks up to thee.
Ye spirits of the free,
Can ye forever see
Your brother man
A yoked and scourged slave,
Chains dragging to his grave,
And raise no hand to save?
Say if you can.
In pride and pomp to roll,
Shall tyrants from the soul
God's image tear,
And call the wreck their own,--
While, from the eternal throne,
They shut the stifled groan
And bitter prayer?
Shall he a slave be bound,
Whom God hath doubly crowned
Creation's lord?
Shall men of Christian name,
Without a blush of shame,
Profess their tyrant claim
From God's own word?
No! at the battle cry,
A host prepared to die,
Shall arm for fight--
But not with martial steel,
Grasped with a murderous zeal;
No arms their foes shall feel,
But love and light.
Firm on Jehovah's laws,
Strong in their righteous cause,
They march to save.
And vain the tyrant's mail,
Against their battle-hail,
Till cease the woe and wail
Of tortured slave!
COLONIZATION SONG.
TO THE FREE COLORED PEOPLE.
AIR--Spider and the fly.
Will you, will you be colonized?
Will you, will you be colonized?
'Tis a land that with honey
And milk doth abound,
Where the lash is not heard,
And the scourge is not found.
Chorus, Will you, &c.
If you stay in this land
Where the white man has rule,
You will starve by his hand,
In both body and soul.
Chorus.
For a nuisance you are,
In this land of your birth,
Held down by his hand,
And crushed to the earth.
Chorus.
My religion is pure,
And came from above,
But I cannot consent
The black negro to love.
Chorus.
It is true there is judgment
That hangs o'er the land,
But 't will all turn aside,
When you follow the plan.
Chorus.
You're ignorant I know,
In this land of your birth,
And religion though pure,
Cannot move the curse.
Chorus.
But only consent,
Though extorted by force,
What a blessing you'll prove,
On the African coast.
Chorus.