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Ages, ages have departed,
Since the first dark vessel bore
Afric’s children, broken-hearted,
To this far-off western shore;
She, like Rachel,
Weeping, for they were no more.
Millions, millions have been slaughtered
In the fight and on the deep;
Millions, millions more have watered,
With such tears as captives weep,
Fields of labour
Where their wasted bodies sleep.
Mercy, mercy, vainly pleading,
Rends her garments, smites her breast.
Till a voice from heaven proceeding
Gladden all the waiting west:
“Come, ye weary!
Come, and I will give you rest!”
Tidings, tidings of salvation!
Brothers, rise with one accord,
Purge the plague-spot from our nation,
Till, unto their rights restored,
Slaves no longer,
All are freemen in the Lord!
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8 7 8 7 4 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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KINGLEY VALE
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8 7 8 7 4 7
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