BY W.S. ABBOTT.
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."