Part 10 (2/2)

Rise, freemen rise! the call goes forth, Attend the high command; Obedience to the word of G.o.d, Throughout this guilty land: Throughout this guilty land.

Rise, free the slave; oh, burst his chains, And cast his fetters down; Let virtue be your country's pride, Her diadem and crown.

Then shall the day at length arrive, When all shall equal be, And Freedom's banner, waving high, Proclaim that all are free.

Remember Me.

O Thou, from whom all goodness flows!

I lift my heart to thee; In all my wrongs, oppressions, woes, Dear Lord! remember me.

Afflictions sore obstruct my way, And ills I cannot flee; Lord! let my strength be as my day, And still remember me.

Oppressed with scourges, bonds, and grief, This feeble body see; Oh! give my burdened soul relief, Hear, and remember me.

A BEACON HAS BEEN LIGHTED.

Parody by G.W.C. Air, ”Blue-eyed Mary.”

[Music]

A beacon has been lighted, Bright as the noonday sun; On worlds of mind benighted, Its rays are pouring down; Full many a shrine of error, And many a deed of shame, Dismayed, has shrunk in terror, Before the lighted flame.

Chorus.

Victorious, on, victorious!

Proud beacon onward haste; Till floods of light all glorious, Illume the moral waste.

Oppression foul has foundered, The demon gasps for breath; His rapid march is downward, To everlasting death.

Old age and youth united, His works shall prostrate hurl, And soon himself, affrighted, Shall hurry from this world.

Victorious, on, victorious, &c.

Proud liberty untiring, Strikes at the monster's heart; Beneath her blows expiring, He dreads her well-aimed dart.

Her blows--we'll pray ”G.o.d speed” them, Oppression to despoil; And how we fought for freedom, Let future ages tell.

Victorious, on, victorious, &c.

OUR COUNTRYMEN IN CHAINS.

Words by Whittier. ”Beat.i.tude,” by T. Hastings.

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