Some American Antislavery Songs
Invocation
Rev. John Pierpont
America
1829
Genius, Sept 2, 1829, Songs, Picknick, Melodies
With thy pure dews and rains,
Wash out, O God, the stains
From Afric�s shore;
And, while her palm trees bud,
Let not her children�s blood
With her broad Niger�s flood
Be mingled more!
Quench, righteous God, the thirst
That Congo�s sons hath cursed-
The thirst for gold!
Shall not thy thunders speak,
Where Mammon�s altars reek,
Were maids and matrons shriek,
Bound, bleeding, sold?
Hear�st thou, O God, those chains,
Clanking on Freedom�s plains,
By Christians wrought!
Them, who those chains have worn,
Christians have higher borne,
Christians have bought!
Cast down, great God, the fanes
Round us have risen -
Temples, whose priesthood pore
Moses and Jesus o�er
Then bolt the black man�s door,
The poor man�s prison!
Wilt thou not, Lord, at last,
From thine own image, cast
Away all cords,
But that of love, which brings
Man, from his wanderings,
Back to the King of kings,
The Lord of lords!
Prayer for the Slave
Wesley (?)
Hamburgh
Songs, Free Soil,
Freedom
O let the prisoners� mournful sighs,
As incense in thy sight appear!
Their humble wailings pierce the skies,
If haply they may feel thee near.
The captive exiles make their moans,
From sin impatient to be free:
Call home, call home thy banished ones!
Lead captive their doubt and fear!
Stand by them in the fiery hour,
Their feebleness of mind defend;
And in their weakness show thy power,
And make them patient to the end.
Arming, But Not With Carnal Weapons
Anonymous
Olivet
Picknick, Collection, Free Soil, Harp, Freedom
Ye spirits of the free,
Can ye forever see
Your brother man,
A yok�d and tortur�d slave,
Scourg�d to an early grave,
And raise no hand to save,
E�en when you can?
Shall tyrants from the soul
That they in pomp may roll,
God�s image tear,
And call the wreck their own;
While, from th� eternal throne,
They shut the stifled groan,
And bitter prayer?
Where is Thy Brother?
E.L.F.
Ortonville
Report, Songs, Melodies,
Hymns, Harp, Free Soil, Freedom
Mentioned in Liberator. Sung at 18th Annual Mtg of American Antislavery Society, 1852
What mean ye that bruise and bind
My people, saith the Lord,
And starve your craving brother�s mind,
That asks to hear my word?
What mean ye that ye make them toil
Through long and dreary years,
And shed like rain upon your soil
Their blood and bitter tears?
What mean ye that ye dare to rend
The tender mother�s heart;
Brothers from sisters, friend from friend
How dare you bid them part?
What mean ye, when God�s bounteous hand
To you so much has given,
That from the slave who tills your land
You keep both earth and heaven?
When at the judgment God shall call,
Where is thy brother? say,
What mean ye to the Judge of all,
To answer on that day?
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Are Ye Truly Free?
J. R. Lowell
Martyn
1843
Liberator, Free Soil,
Harp, Freedom
Men! whose boast it is that ye
Come of fathers brave and free;
If there breathe on earth a slave,
Are ye truly free and brave?
Are ye not base slaves indeed,
Men unworthy to be freed?
If ye do not feel the chain,
When it works a brother�s pain.
Women! who shall one day bear
Sons to breathe God�s bounteous air,
If ye hear without a blush,
Deeds to make the roused blood rush
Like red lava through your veins,
For your sisters now in chains;
Answer! are ye fit to be
Mothers of the brave and free?
Is true freedom but to break
Fetters for our own dear sake,
And, with leathern hearts forget
That we owe mankind a debt?
No! true freedom is to share
All the chains our brothers wear,
And with hand and heart to be
Earnest to make others free.
They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
They are slaves, who will not choose
Hatred, scoffing, and abuse,
Rather than, in silence, shrink
From the truth they needs must think;
They are salves, who dare not be
In the right with two or three.
The Anti-Slavery Call
Anonymous
When I Can Read My Title Clear
Picknick, Melodies, Harp, Libetry,
Free Soil, Freedom.
Come join the Abolitionists,
Ye young men bold an strong,
And with a warm and cheerful zeal,
Come help the cause along.
Come help the cause along,
Come help the cause along,
And with a warm and cheerful zeal,
Come help the cause along.
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful,
When slavery is no more,
When slavery is no more;
When slavery is no more,
�Tis then we�ll sing and offerings bring,
When slavery is no more.
Come join the Abolitionists,
Ye men of riper years,
And save your wives and children dear,
From grief and bitter tears,
From grief and bitter tears,
From grief and bitter tears,
And save your wives and children dear,
From grief and bitter tears.
O that will be joyful, etc.
Come join the Abolitionists,
Ye men of hoary heads,
And end your days where Liberty,
Its peaceful influence sheds,
Its peaceful influence sheds,
Its peaceful influence sheds,
And end your days where Liberty,
Its peaceful influence sheds.
O that will be joyful, etc.
Come join the Abolitionists,
Ye dames and maidens fair,
And breathe around us in our path,
Affection�s hallowed air.
Affection�s hallowed air,
Affection�s hallowed air,
And breathe around us in our path,
Affection�s hallowed air.
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful,
When woman cheers us on,
When woman cheers us on,
To conquests not yet won,
�Tis then we�ll sing and offerings bring,
When woman cheers us on.
Come join the Abolitionists,
Ye who the weak enslave,
Who sell the father, mother, child,
Whom Christ has died to save,
Whom Christ has died to save,
Whom Christ has died to save,
Who sell the father, mother, child,
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful,
When chains are forged no more,
When Slavery is no more,
Our happy land all o�er,
�Tis then we�ll sing and offerings bring,
When Slavery is no more.
Come join the Abolitionists,
Ye sons and daughters all,
Of this our own America,
Come at the friendly call.
Come at the friendly call,
Come at the friendly call,
Of this our own America,
Come at the friendly call.
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful,
When all shall proudly say,
This, this is Freedom�s day,
Oppression flee away!
�Tis then we�ll sing and offerings bring,
When Freedom wins the day!
Sources:
Anti-Slavery Harp. Boston, 1848.
Free Soil Minstrel. New York, 1848
Harp of Freedom, New York, 1856
Liberty Minstrel, New York, 1844-48
Anti-Slavery Picknick, Boston, 1842
Anti-Slavery Melodies. Hingham, 1843
Hymns and Songs for the Friends of Freedom, Middletown, 1842
A Collection of Miscenllaneous Songs from the Liberty Minstrel, and Mason's Juvenile Harp.
Cincinnati, 1845
Songs of the Free, and Hymns of Christian Freedom. Boston, 1836