# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Alas the bondmen's story | | | | | | | |
d2 | Blow ye the trumpet abroad o'er the sea | | | | | | | |
d3 | Break every yoke, the gospel cries | | | | | | | |
d4 | But art thou, still, my country, free | | | | | | | |
d5 | Children of the glorious dead | | | | | | | |
d6 | Eternal Sovereign of the sky, and Lord | | | | | | | |
d7 | Hail to the brightness of freedom's glad morning | | | | | | | |
d8 | Hark, the chain, the clanking chain | | | | | | | |
d9 | He that [who] goeth forth with weeping, Bearing [sowing] precious seed in love | | | | | | | |
d10 | Hear ye not the voice of anguish | | | | | | | |
d11 | High as the heavens above the ground | | | | | | | |
d12 | I am an abolitionist, I glory in the name | | | | | | | |
d13 | Let the floods clap their hands | | | | | | | |
d14 | Lift up our country's banner high | | | | | | | |
d15 | O how can we forget the slave | | | | | | | |
d16 | O Thou whose presence went before | | | | | | | |
d17 | O weep, sons of freedom, your honor is low | | | | | | | |
d18 | See yon glorious star, ascending | | | | | | | |
d19 | Strike from the laborers limbs his chain | | | | | | | |
d20 | The ox, that treadeth out the corn | | | | | | | |
d21 | They gather for the coming strife | | | | | | | |
d22 | They say there is joy in the earth | | | | | | | |
d23 | They sing of freedom, Africa's sons | | | | | | | |
d24 | Think of our country's glory | | | | | | | |
d25 | Thy neighbor, it is he whom thou | | | | | | | |
d26 | Wake, states of the south | | | | | | | |
d27 | Wake, ye numbers, from your slumbers | | | | | | | |
d28 | What mean ye that ye bruise and bind | | | | | | | |
d29 | Why should I vex my soul and fret | | | | | | | |
d30 | Ye who in bondage pine | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]