# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
101 | Think of our country's glory | | | | | |  | |
102 | And dost thou think I could forget | | | | | |  | |
103 | Lo! woman calls, in accents wild | | | | | |  | |
104 | Sister! were thy brother bleeding | | | | | |  | |
105 | Sisters! our free-born hearts are swelling | | | | | |  | |
106 | Unshrinking from the storm | | | | | |  | |
107 | Up, woman! unto thee the pray'r | | | | | |  | |
108 | What notes assail mine ear | | | | | |  | |
109 | How long shall Afric's sons | | | | | |  | |
110 | Oh! what can afford the poor slave reparation | | | | | |  | |
111 | Mother! whene'er, around your child | | | | | |  | |
112 | The Lord will come! the earth shall quake | | | | | |  | |
113 | From ev'ry clime beneath the skies | | | | | |  | |
114 | Ah! heard ye that shriek of despair | | | | | |  | |
115 | God defends th' oppress'd from harm | | | | | |  | |
116 | The Lord beholds, with piercing eyes | | | | | |  | |
117 | Up from my youth, th' oppress'd may say | | | | | |  | |
118 | The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns | | | | | |  | |
119 | Sure there's a righteous God | | | | | |  | |
120 | Terrible God, who reign'st on high! | | | | | |  | |
121 | When God, in his own sov'reign ways | | | | | |  | |
122 | When the great Judge, supreme and just | | | | | |  | |
123 | When Pharaoh dar'd to vex the saints | | | | | |  | |
124 | When man grows bold in sin | | | | | |  | |
125 | The Lord in heav'n has fix'd his throne | | | | | |  | |
126 | Blest is the man whose bowels move | | | | | |  | |
127 | Happy is he, who fears the Lord | | | | | |  | |
128 | O charity! thou heav'nly grace | | | | | |  | |
129 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | |  | |
130 | Blest is the man, whose tender heart | | | | | |  | |
131 | Jesus, my Lord! how rich thy grace! | | | | | |  | |
132 | Oh! what stupendous mercy shines | | | | | |  | |
133 | Father of mercies! send thy grace | | | | | |  | |
134 | Blest is the man, whose heart expands | | | | | |  | |
135 | Thrice happy man! who fears the Lord | | | | | |  | |
136 | All hail! ye servants of the Lord! | | | | | |  | |
137 | 'Tis good, to weep and mourn for those | | | | | |  | |
138 | Lord! lead the way the Savior went | | | | | |  | |
139 | He that goeth forth with weeping | | | | | |  | |
140 | What various hind'rances we meet | | | | | |  | |
141 | Pray'r was appointed to convey | | | | | |  | |
142 | Sing to the Lord, who loud proclaims | | | | | |  | |
143 | Come boldly to the throne of grace | | | | | |  | |
144 | The Lord, who knows full well | | | | | |  | |
145 | Let Afric and her sons rejoice | | | | | |  | |
146 | Pray on—pray on; by pray'r are done | | | | | |  | |
147 | In themselves as weak as worms | | | | | |  | |
148 | Gather to your solemn meeting | | | | | |  | |
149 | O Lord! whose forming hand one blood | | | | | |  | |
150 | O thou! who art the pris'ner's friend | | | | | |  | |
151 | God of the helpless! Friend | | | | | |  | |
152 | Hear us, Father! while we cry | | | | | |  | |
153 | Hear ye not the voice of anguish | | | | | |  | |
154 | Sovereign of worlds! display thy pow'r | | | | | |  | |
155 | Oh! hear the wailing cry! | | | | | |  | |
156 | Eternal Father! thou hast made | | | | | |  | |
157 | O thou! who from thy throne on high | | | | | |  | |
158 | Praise! for slumbers of the night | | | | | |  | |
159 | Let God arise in all his might | | | | | |  | |
160 | Lord! when shall these glad tidings spead | | | | | |  | |
161 | Lo! we come, in deep contrition | | | | | |  | |
162 | We long to see that happy time | | | | | |  | |
163 | O Father! when the soften'd heart | | | | | |  | |
164 | "Praise waits for thee in Zion, Lord!" | | | | | |  | |
165 | O God of freedom! hear us pray | | | | | |  | |
166 | Lord God! thou hast, since time began | | | | | |  | |
167 | Hear, Lord! a people's strong request | | | | | |  | |
168 | With thy pure dews and rains | | | | | |  | |
169 | Great God! whose universal sway | | | | | |  | |
170 | Lord! deliver; thou canst save | | | | | |  | |
171 | Holy Father, God of Love! | | | | | |  | |
172 | Spare, Lord! the men who hate thy laws | | | | | |  | |
173 | "Break ev'ry yoke;" the Gospel cries | | | | | |  | |
174 | Liberty-imparting Spirit! | | | | | |  | |
175 | Humbly before thy throne, good Lord! | | | | | |  | |
176 | Lord! hear from heav'n, thy dwelling-place | | | | | |  | |
177 | Lord! give the word; say,—"Be thou free" | | | | | |  | |
178 | From heav'n the King of Glory came | | | | | |  | |
179 | We thank thee, Lord! that here we stand | | | | | |  | |
180 | O Lord, our glorious Head! in thee | | | | | |  | |
181 | Lord! when thine ancient people cried | | | | | |  | |
182 | Remember now, thou pitying Lord! | | | | | |  | |
183 | Father! while daylight dies | | | | | |  | |
184 | God of the wide creation | | | | | |  | |
185 | Savior! though by scorn requited | | | | | |  | |
186 | How beautiful the sight | | | | | |  | |
187 | Lo! what an entertaining sight | | | | | |  | |
188 | Thou fount of every good requir'd! | | | | | |  | |
189 | Blessed Redeemer! how divine | | | | | |  | |
190 | Father of our feeble race! | | | | | |  | |
191 | The mem'ry of the faithful dead | | | | | |  | |
192 | Soldiers of Christ! arise | | | | | |  | |
193 | Bright Source of everlasting love! | | | | | |  | |
194 | Ye spirits of the free! | | | | | |  | |
195 | Long have our burning bosoms sigh'd | | | | | |  | |
196 | Daughters of pity! tune the lay | | | | | |  | |
197 | God is our guide from field and wave | | | | | |  | |
198 | Sons of the noble sires | | | | | |  | |
199 | Children of the glorious dead | | | | | |  | |
200 | Assembled at thy high command | | | | | |  | |