Hymn - God of the Poor Arise!

                         I.
God of the poor arise!
Hear thou the bondman’s cries
     Witness his tears
Drawn by the cruel rod, 
Drank by the thirsty sod,
While nor from man nor God,
     Succour appears.

                         II.
Heavily, day by day,
Weareth his life away ;
     Darkness and gloom,
Gather'd o'er earth and sky, 
Shut from his spirit's eye, 
Light, love, and liberty—
     Sad is his doom

                         III.
Is there no arm of might
To vindicate the right
     Of the poor slave ?
Must he in darkness pine, 
Till on the spirit's shrine 
Quench'd is the light divine
     Hear thou, and save!

                         IV.
Righteous and mighty God!
Break thou th' oppressor's rod;
     Lay his pride low ;
Sunder the bloody thong,
Roll back the tide of wrong;
And from earth's ransom'd throng
     Praises shall flow!