Hymn - Hark to the Bitter Wail

                 I.
Hark to the bitter wail
Borne on the Southern gale, 
     Thrilling and strong;

Where the poor African, 
Robb'd of the rights of man, 
All that his spirit can,

     Bows to the wrong.

                 II.
Smother'd within its clay,
Pineth his soul away,

     Shorn of its pow'r;

While the indwelling God 
Flies from the falling rod

Leaving the shattered clod

     Stripped of its dower.

                 III.
Pity, O bretheren!

Ye who have hearts of men

     Plead for the slave;

Speak, e'er his bitter woe 
Biddeth the thunder-blow 
Lay the oppressor low;
     
Pity and save!

                 IV.
Have ye no worldly gain?
Give—for ‘tis not in vain;
     Prayer and a tear;
Mighty, O mighty are
Tears and the earnest prayer
Ever and every where:
     Precious and dear.