Hymn - For the Crying of the Needy

                         I.
     For the crying of the needy,
          The wasting of the poor
     God’s recompense is speedy—
          His judgments ever sure;
And his arm is never shorten’d, that it cannot save.
     His mercy is unbounded
          To them that are distress’d,
     By many ills surrounded,
          Or by the strong oppress’d;
And he heeds with loving kindness, the heavy-hearted slave.

                         II.
     Then, sable brother, bend thee
          Unmurmuring while thou must;
     Jehovah shall befriend thee,
          And raise thee from the dust;
And he shall spoil the spoiler, and all his glory bow.
     Cheer up then, sable brother!
          Toil on another day,
     Another and another—
          It is not far away—
The day of thy redemption, it dawneth even now.

                         III.
     O, never dim its glory
          With clouds of carnage dun,
     Or lead with weapons gory
          Victorious freedom on;
Better to dare the vengeance of man than of the Lord.
     Ye triumph when ye suffer,
          Meek martyrs of the wrong,
     In love that loveth ever,
          Omnipotently strong.
Most wronged and most forgiving, how great is your reward.