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HARK! I HEAR A SOUND OF ANGUISH.

Air, "Calvary."

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Hark! I hear a sound of anguish

In my own, my native land;

Brethren, doomed in chains to languish,

Lift to heaven the suppliant hand,

And despairing,

Death the end of woe demand.

Let us raise our supplication

For the wretched suffering slave,

All whose life is desolation,

All whose hope is in the grave;

God of mercy!

From thy throne, O hear and save.

Those in bonds we would remember

As if we with them were bound;

For each crushed, each suffering member

Let our sympathies abound,

Till our labors

Spread the smiles of freedom round.

Even now the word is spoken;

"Slavery's cruel power must cease,

From the bound the chain be broken,

Captives hail the kind release,"

While in splendor

Comes to reign the Prince of Peace.