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With luxury and wealth surrounded,
The slaving masters proudly dare,
With thirst of gold and power unbounded,
To mete and vend God's light and air!
To mete and vend God's light and air;
vend God's light and air;
Have pity on the slave;
Take courage from God's word;
Toil on, toil on, all hearts resolved—
these captives shall be free.
These captives shall be free,
These captives shall be free.
The fearful storm—it threatens lowering,
Which God in mercy long delays;
Slaves yet may see their masters cowering,
While whole plantations smoke and blaze...
