Lord! hear from heav'n, thy dwelling-pace,
Our earnest cry and pray'r,
For injur'd Afric's mourning race;
And break the bonds they bear.

We all have fail'd to set them free!
Thy holy word we scan;
And at its bidding turn to Thee ;
Vain is the help of man!

Thou with an outstretch'd arm didst bring
The Hebrew slaves of yore,
From under Egypt's cruel king,
To Jordan's olive shore.

For these thy mighty arm make bare,
Stretch forth thy saving hand;
That they may peace and quiet share,
In freedom's promis'd land!

So shall they yet thy goodness own,
From slavery's yoke set free;
And since the pow'r is thine alone,
Thine all the glory be!