Poetry: Hymn
First published in the August 4, 1843 issue of William Lloyd Garrison's antislavery newspaper The Liberator.
Thy voice, à God, is on the air, As it stirs ihe Icnvesof every tree Tliat stands around us, while at prayer, For the negro captive's liberty. Tliot's wel!! Thal'swcll! For. londer is tliy voice, O God, Thau the voice of all, who ply tiic rod. Thy lnnd, O God, hath raised the grove. Thnt, ubove us, lifts it leafy shield, While. in ouraimor. - iruth and Iove- Wc are here, on Freedotn's battle-field. That's well! That's we!!! For, sironger is thy hand, O God, Than the hand of all, who ply the rod. Thy sinilc, O God, is in the liglit That around us shines, f rom all the sky, VVhcn, or at noontide or at night, To the slave we spenk of liberty. Thnt's well! That's well! For, biighter is thy sntile, O God, Than the am'üe of all, who ply the rod. Thy word, O God, Well done! Well done,' Ã8 forevcr heard. nor heard in vain. When man caets off, nnd tramples on H8 ironyokc, and braken chain. That's well! That's well! For, mightier is thy word, O God, Than the word of all, who ply the rod. Thy frown, O God, on him doth rest, Who returneth, bound, the hunted thrall; Though in a robe of ermine drest. And the higheEt in a judgment hall. That's well! all veil! Though darker f thy frown, O God Than the hue of all whofcel the rod.
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John Pierpont
Hymn
Song
Antislavery Poetry
Poem
Old News
Signal of Liberty