That God Would Hear the Cries of the Slave

Lord! deliver; thou canst save;
Save from evil, Mighty God!
Hear — oh! hear the kneeling slave,
Break — oh! break th' oppressor's rod.

May the captive's pleading fill
All the earth, and all the sky;
Ev'ry other voice be still,
While he pleads with God on high.

He, whose ear is ev'ry where,
Who doth silent sorrow see,
Will regard the captive's pray'r,
Will from bondage set him free.

From the tyranny within,
Save thy children, Lord! we pray;
Chains of iron, chains of sin,
Cast forever, cast away.

Love to man, and love to God,
Are the weapons of our war;
These can break th' oppressor's rod —
Burst the bonds that we abhor.
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