Ages, ages have departed,
Since the first dark vessel bore
Afric’s children, broken-hearted,
To this far-off western shore;
She, like Rachel,
Weeping, for they were no more.
Millions, millions have been slaughtered
In the fight and on the deep;
Millions, millions more have watered,
With such tears as captives weep,
Fields of labor
Where their wasted bodies sleep.
Mercy, mercy, vainly pleading,
Rends her garments, smites her breast,
Till a voice from heaven proceeding
Gladden all the waiting west:
“Come, ye weary!
Come, and I will give you rest!”
Tidings, tidings of salvation!
Brothers, rise with one accord,
Purge the plague-spot from our nation,
Till, unto their rights restored,
Slaves no longer,
All are freemen in the Lord!
Ages, ages have departed. J. Montgomery. [Anti-Slavery.] Published in his Poet’s Portfolio, &c, 1835, in 4 stanzas of 6 lines as No. 3 of his "Songs on the Abolition of Negro Slavery in the British Colonies, Aug. 1, 1834” and entitled "Slavery that was.”
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)
|Instances (1 - 3 of 3)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #439||Slavery||Ages, ages have departed||Montgomery||4s. M.||1866|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion. (10th ed.) #439||Ages, ages have departed||Montgomery||1848|
|Hymns of the Spirit #247||Ages, ages have departed||1864|