Prayer

This sacred right none are denied, Which makes the soul to Christ allied; Man bends the heart and bows the knee, And knows in prayer that he is free.

Yes, free to ask of Him, whate’er The fainting heart alone can cheer; To worship at that holy shrine, Where beams thy Spirit, Lord, divine.

And Afric’s children they are free, To breathe their vows, their prayers to Thee; With thought of future joy and gain, The slave forgets his grief and pain;

Forgets awhile his slavish fear; Forgets—that fetters bind him here; And in that sweet communion rest His hopes, his fears—for he is blest.