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1 | How long, Most Holy, Just and True! | | | | | |  | |
2 | Hear me, O God! nor hide thy face | | | | | |  | |
3 | Judge me, O God! and plead my cause | | | | | |  | |
4 | O thou, whose grace and justice reign | | | | | |  | |
5 | Why doth the Lord depart so far | | | | | |  | |
6 | Father! to thy suff'ring poor | | | | | |  | |
7 | From foes, that round us rise | | | | | |  | |
8 | To my complaint, O God! give heed | | | | | |  | |
9 | Lord! before thy throne we bend | | | | | |  | |
10 | My God! my gracious God! to thee | | | | | |  | |
11 | My God! thy servant save | | | | | |  | |
12 | God of my life! to thee I call | | | | | |  | |
13 | O thou, whose justice reigns on high | | | | | |  | |
14 | My God! while impious men | | | | | |  | |
15 | Savior! I bring to thee my chain | | | | | |  | |
16 | Behold from heav'n, O God of grace! | | | | | |  | |
17 | No more, O God! we read thy ways | | | | | |  | |
18 | To God I make my sorrows known | | | | | |  | |
19 | And will the God of grace | | | | | |  | |
20 | Lord! for help I look to thee | | | | | |  | |
21 | And am I sadly cast aside | | | | | |  | |
22 | Alas! and am I born for this | | | | | |  | |
23 | O Lord! my bosom heaves with fears | | | | | |  | |
24 | Why, Lord! dost thou our race despise | | | | | |  | |
25 | Why, O God, thy people spurn? | | | | | |  | |
26 | Regard, O God! my mournful cry | | | | | |  | |
27 | Oh! save, great God! my sinking soul | | | | | |  | |
28 | Behold, O Lord! I faint, I sink! | | | | | |  | |
29 | Thou God of love, thou ever blest! | | | | | |  | |
30 | Jehovah! God of justice! come | | | | | |  | |
31 | Forc'd from home and all its pleasures | | | | | |  | |
32 | Ye people of God! ye disciples of him | | | | | |  | |
33 | Strike off my galling fetters—strike! | | | | | |  | |
34 | Natives of a land of glory! | | | | | |  | |
35 | There is a book, I've heard them say | | | | | |  | |
36 | Who loves the little slave, or cares | | | | | |  | |
37 | Scorn not the darken'd brow | | | | | |  | |
38 | From ev'ry stormy wind that blows | | | | | |  | |
39 | Though troubles assail, and dangers affrigth | | | | | |  | |
40 | Father of all the human race! | | | | | |  | |
41 | Why should I vex my soul and fret | | | | | |  | |
42 | O my soul! what means this sadness? | | | | | |  | |
43 | The Lord is near when men oppress | | | | | |  | |
44 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | |  | |
45 | O thou, from whom all goodness flows! | | | | | |  | |
46 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | |  | |
47 | Wait, my soul, upon the Lord | | | | | |  | |
48 | The Lord for ever guards the just | | | | | |  | |
49 | Begone, unbelief! my Savior is near | | | | | |  | |
50 | How many, Lord! against me rise | | | | | |  | |
51 | Our refuge is the Lord, Most High | | | | | |  | |
52 | 'Tis faith supports my feeble soul | | | | | |  | |
53 | God counts the sorrows of his saints | | | | | |  | |
54 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul! | | | | | |  | |
55 | Our Master—Jesus—reign'd above | | | | | |  | |
56 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | |  | |
57 | With my whole heart I'll raise my song | | | | | |  | |
58 | Who will arise and plead my right | | | | | |  | |
59 | O save me, Lord! I plead thy name | | | | | |  | |
60 | 'Tis sweet, though in affliction's path | | | | | |  | |
61 | In thine own ways, O God of love! | | | | | |  | |
62 | My cruel chain! I mourn not now | | | | | |  | |
63 | Afflicted one! to Christ draw near | | | | | |  | |
64 | Ye bondmen! afflicted with wave upon wave | | | | | |  | |
65 | Heav'n release you, lone ones! bending | | | | | |  | |
66 | The hour of freedom! come it must | | | | | |  | |
67 | Yes, there's a balm in Christian lands | | | | | |  | |
68 | Peace, troubled soul! whose plaintive man | | | | | |  | |
69 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | |  | |
70 | Let thy heart no more be troubled | | | | | |  | |
71 | God moves in ways of mystery | | | | | |  | |
72 | Come, ye disconsolate! where'er ye languish | | | | | |  | |
73 | God gave to Afric's sons | | | | | |  | |
74 | All men are equal in their birth | | | | | |  | |
75 | Why doth the man of riches grow | | | | | |  | |
76 | Forgive me, Lord! for in my pride | | | | | |  | |
77 | What mean ye, thus to bruise and bind | | | | | |  | |
78 | Unshelter'd from the burning rays | | | | | |  | |
79 | O say not—that the God of Heav'n | | | | | |  | |
80 | Oh! lift the hand, and Peace shall bear | | | | | |  | |
81 | Oh! if to Afric's sable race | | | | | |  | |
82 | Judges, who rule the world by laws! | | | | | |  | |
83 | God sits sovereign on the throne | | | | | |  | |
84 | The Lord sits sovereign o'er the world | | | | | |  | |
85 | While Lord! from thee our rulers take their pow'r | | | | | |  | |
86 | Now, saith the spirit of the Lord | | | | | |  | |
87 | High as the heav'ns above the ground | | | | | |  | |
88 | Eternal Sov'reign of the sky | | | | | |  | |
89 | Rise, Freemen! rise; the call goes forth | | | | | |  | |
90 | Let "freedom—freedom to the slave" | | | | | |  | |
91 | Sons and daughters of the pilgrims | | | | | |  | |
92 | Ye, who liberty revere! | | | | | |  | |
93 | Spirit of Freemen! wake | | | | | |  | |
94 | Hark—hark the voice of anguish | | | | | |  | |
95 | Alas! the bondmen's story | | | | | |  | |
96 | My country! guilty as thou art | | | | | |  | |
97 | Friends of true liberty! arise | | | | | |  | |
98 | Oh! weep, sons of Freedom! your honor is low | | | | | |  | |
99 | Christian mother! when thy pray'r | | | | | |  | |
100 | Daughters of the Pilgrim-Sires! | | | | | |  | |