Classic Poem

Spare, Lord! the men who hate thy laws,
Who advocate th' oppressor's cause,
Whose sordid, grov'ling, sensual souls
The breath of pow'r and wealth controls.

Forgive, O Lord! the weight of shame,
They bring upon a Savior's name:
And from their tender mercies save
The tortur'd and insulted slave.

Forgive their sins; our efforts bless,
To free the souls whom they oppress:
And for the dawn of Freedom's day,
Teach, Lord! their willing hearts to pray.