Hark! a voice from heaven proclaiming Comfort to the mourning slave; God has heard him long complaining, And extends his arm to save; Proud Oppression Soon shall find a shameful grave. See! the light of truth is breaking, Full and clear on ev'ry hand; And the voice of mercy, speaking, Now is heard through all the land; Firm and fearless, See the friends of Freedom stand! Lo! the nation is arousing From its slumbers, long and deep; And the church of God is waking, Never, never more to sleep, While a bondman, In his chains remains to weep. Long, too long, have we been dreaming, O'er our country's sin and shame; Let us now, the time redeeming, Press the helpless captive's claim, Till, exulting, He shall cast aside his chain.
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