Part 13 (2/2)

Shall men of Christian name, Without a blush of shame, Profess their tyrant claim From G.o.d'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!

Sing Me a Triumph Song.

Sing me a triumph song, Roll the glad notes along, Great G.o.d, to thee!

Thine be the glory bright, Source of all power and might!

For thou hast said, in might, Man shall be free.

Sing me a triumph song, Let all the sound prolong, Air, earth, and sea, Down falls the tyrant's power, See his dread minions cower; Now, from this glorious hour, Man will be free.

Sing me a triumph song, Sing in the mighty throng, Sing Jubilee!

Let the broad welkin ring, While to heaven's mighty King, Honor and praise we sing, For man is free.

WAKE, SONS OF THE PILGRIMS.

Air--”M'Gregor's Gathering.”

[Music]

Wake, sons of the Pilgrims, and look to your right!

The despots of Slav'ry are up in their might: Indulge not in sleep, it's like digging the graves Of blood-purchased freedom--'tis yielding like slaves.

Then halloo, halloo, halloo to the contest, Awake from your slumbers, no longer delay, But struggle for freedom, while struggle you may-- Then rally, rally, rally, rally, rally, rally, While our forests shall wave or while rushes a river, Oh, yield not your birth-right! maintain it for ever!

Wake, Sons of the Pilgrims! why slumber ye on?

Your chains are now forging, your fetters are done; Oh! sleep not, like Samson, on Slavery's foul arm, For, Delilah-like, she's now planning your harm.

Then halloo, halloo, halloo, to the contest!

Awake from your sleeping--nor slumber again, Once bound in your fetters, you'll struggle in vain; While your eye-b.a.l.l.s may move, O wake up now, or never-- Wake, freemen! awake, or you're ruined forever!

Yes, freemen are waking! we fling to the breeze, The bright flag of freedom, the banner of Peace; The slave long forgotten, forlorn, and alone, We hail as a brother--our own mother's son!

Then halloo, halloo, halloo, to the contest!

For freedom we rally--for freedom to all-- To rescue the slave, and ourselves too from thrall.

We rally, rally, rally, rally, rally, rally-- While a slave shall remain, bound, the weak by the stronger, We will never disband, but strive harder and longer.

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