Classic Poem

Remember now, thou pitying Lord!
The sable sons of fetter'd woe,
And speak the liberating word—
“Oppressors! let my people go.”

Oh! hear those mournful suppliants cry,
Write down their tears, their groans, their grief,
Cut short their dread captivity,
And haste to send them sure relief.

And Thou! who art at God's right hand,
A holy priest forever there,
And by thy merits canst command,
An answer to thy people's prayer;

Speed Ethiop's pray'rs, and let her join
Her thankful song to those, who prove
The word of promise is divine,
That God hears pray'r, that “God is love.”