Prayer of the Oppressed
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Title
Prayer of the Oppressed
Description
List, list, the notes of anguish
Thou Universal Sovereign,
Behold, what ills betide us!
From yonder arid plains,
Where millions groan and languish'Neath slavery's galling chains.
To Heaven, with look imploring,They urge their earnest prayer,
With humble hearts adoringThe God that reigneth there.
Thou Universal Sovereign,
Who didst all men create,
Worthy supreme to governThy creatures small and great;
Didst thou not make the nationsOf kindred rights and blood?
Though differing wide their stations,Yet servants all, of God.
Behold, what ills betide us!
What sorrows whelm our souls!
See, tyrants fierce divide us,While crushed in Slavery's folds!
How long, O Lord, most gracious,Wilt thou not hear our cry -
Thy promises are precious;O, help us, lest we die.
To thee, with earnest cries,
To thee, our hands forth reaching,To thee, with broken sighs,
To thee, our only shelter,We look, we pray, we flee,
In chains and blood we welter;O come and set us free.
Soon, soon, let Slavery cease,
And every fetter broken,Announce the glad release.
O then, thy great salvationWe'll joyfully proclaim,
Till every land and nation,Revere and love thy name.
Creator
Unattributed
Source
2:26, p. 102
Date
1838.08.18
Contributor
From the Emancipator
Collection
Citation
Unattributed, “Prayer of the Oppressed,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/277.
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