Prayer

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Prayer

This sacred right none are denied,

Which makes the soul to Christ allied;

Man bends the heart and bows the knee,

And knows in prayer that he is free.

Yes, free to ask of Him, whate’er

The fainting heart alone can cheer;

To worship at that holy shrine,

Where beams thy Spirit, Lord, divine.

And Afric’s children they are free,

To breathe their vows, their prayers to Thee;

With thought of future joy and gain,

The slave forgets his grief and pain;

Forgets awhile his slavish fear;

Forgets⁠—that fetters bind him here;

And in that sweet communion rest

His hopes, his fears⁠—for he is blest.