Oft in the chilly night, Ere slumber’s chain has bound me, When all her silvery light The moon is pouring round me, Beneath its ray I kneel and pray, That God would give some token That slavery’s chains on Southern plains, Shall all ere long be broken; Yes, in the chilly night, Though slavery’s chain has bound me, Kneel I, and feel the might Of God’s right arm around me. When at the driver’s call, In cold or sultry weather, We slaves, both great and small, Turn out to toil together, I feel like one from whom the sun Of hope has long departed; And morning’s light, and weary night, Still find me broken-hearted; Thus, when the chilly breath Of night is sighing round me, Kneel I, and wish that death In his cold chain had bound me. ARE YE TRULY FREE? AIR--Martyn. Men! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free; If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave? Are ye not base slaves indeed, Men unworthy to be freed, If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother’s pain? Women! who shall one day bear Sons to breathe God’s bounteous air, If ye hear without a blush, Deeds to make the roused blood rush Like red lava through your veins, For your sisters now in chains; Answer! are ye fit to be Mothers of the brave and free? Is true freedom but to break Fetters for our own dear sake, And, with leathern hearts forget That we owe mankind a debt? No! true freedom is to share All the chains our brothers wear, And with hand and heart to be Earnest to make others free. They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves, who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than, in silence, shrink From the truth they needs must think; They are slaves, who dare not be In the right with _two_ or _three_. COME JOIN THE ABOLITIONISTS. AIR--When I can read my title clear. Come join the Abolitionists, Ye young men bold and strong, And with a warm and cheerful zeal, Come help the cause along; O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful, O that will be joyful, when Slavery is no more, When Slavery is no more. ’Tis then we’ll sing, and offerings bring, When Slavery is no more. Come join the Abolitionists, Ye men of riper years, And save your wives and children dear, From grief and bitter tears; O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful, O that will be joyful, when Slavery is no more, When Slavery is no more, ’Tis then we’ll sing, and offerings bring, When Slavery is no more.