While we are happy here,
In joy and peace and love,
We'll raise our hearts, with holy fear,
To thee, great God, above.
God of our infant hours!
The music of our tongues,
The worship of our nobler powers,
To thee, to thee belongs.
The little, trembling slave
Shall feel our sympathy;
O God! arise with might to save,
And set the captive free.
No parent's holy care
Provides for him repose,
But oft the hot and briny tear,
In sorrow freely flows.
The God of Abraham praise;
The curse he will remove;
The slave shall welcome happy days,
With liberty and love.
Pray without ceasing, pray,
Ye saints of God Most High,
That all who hail this glorious day,
May have their liberty.
Liberty Glee.
TUNE:—"The Pirate's Glee."
March on! march on! we love the Liberty flag,
That's waving o'er our land;
As fearless as the eagle soaring
O'er the cloud-capped mountain crag,
Slavery in terror flies before us;
We fling our banner to the blast;
It there shall float triumphant o'er us,
We will defend it to the last.
March on! march on, &c.
Vote on! vote on, we hail the Liberty flag,
That leads us on our way;
We'll boldly vote, our country saving,
And bravely conquer while we may.
The world is up—for freedom moving,
The thunders' distant roar we hear—
From land to land the free are calling,
And slaves with joy and rapture hear.
Vote on! vote on, &c.
March on! March on!
TUNE:—"The Pirate's Glee."
March on! march on, ye friends of freedom for all,
For truth and right contend;
Be ever ready at humanity's call,
Till tyrant's power shall end.
The proud slave-holders rule the nation,
The people's groans are loud and long;
Arouse, ye men, in every station,
And join to crush the power of wrong.—March on, etc.
Fight on! fight on, ye brave till victory's won,
And justice shall prevail;
Till all shall feel the rays of liberty's sun,
Streaming o'er hill and dale.
The tyrants know their guilt and tremble,
The glowing light of truth they fear;
Then let them all their hosts assemble,
And Slavery's dreadful sentence hear.
Fight on! fight on, &c.
Roll on! roll on, ye brave, the liberty car,
Our country's name to save;
Soon shall our land be known to nations afar,
As the home of the free and brave.
The voice of freemen loud hath spoken,
A brighter day we soon shall see;
When Slavery's chains shall all be broken,
And all the captive millions free.
Roll on, roll on, &c.
INDEX.
Transcriber's Note: The original order of the entries in this index has been preserved.
FOOTNOTES
[1] An African prince having arrived in England, and having been asked what he had given for his watch, answered, "What I will never give again—I gave a fine boy for it."
[2] This song is said to be sung by Slaves, as they are chained in gangs, when parting from friends for the far off South—children taken from parents, husbands from wives, and brothers from sisters.
[3] Clay's body servant.
[4] Scene in the nether world—purporting to be a conversation between the departed ghost of a Southern slaveholding clergyman, and the devil!
[5] As sung by G.W.C. at the erection of the monument to the memory of Myron Holley, Mount Hope, Rochester. It may be sung as a Dirge.