That Better Day

Still courage, brother, courage still,
Repress the rising sigh,
Oppression now the race must bear,
But freedom by and by.
And art thou sore at heart from Southern wrongs?
Well, then I pray
Be comforted; all wrongs shall pass away.

God's freedom he will give to all,
Now mercy is disguised,
But he will smile and crown at last,
Our race so long despised.
And art thou stumbled over Southern hate?
Well, then I pray
Be comforted; all that shall pass away.

The time will come when man to man
Will clasp each other's hand,
And color-bane shall cease to be,
In all our goodly land.
Dost thou despair the death of prejudice?
Well, then I pray,
Be comforted; that too shall pass away.

It takes a faith, a mighty faith,
To look for such a day—
But look, for sure as God is God,
All wrongs shall pass away.
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