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THE SLAVE GIRL.
This world to me at the best is but base—
Here is no rest, here is no rest!
Here I am sunk in the deepest disgrace—
Here is no rest, here is no rest!
Here I'm forsaken and left all alone;
Far from my country, my friends and my home;
Far o'er the billows from all have been borne;
Here is no rest, here is no rest.
Here is no rest, here is no rest!
Here I am sunk in the deepest disgrace—
Here is no rest, here is no rest!
Here I'm forsaken and left all alone;
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Far o'er the billows from all have been borne;
Here is no rest, here is no rest.
Here I must rise at the sound of the horn!
Here is no rest, here is no rest!
Go to the field e'en before day is dawned!
Here is no rest, Here is no rest!
Here I must labor and toil as a beast,
And when I murmer my task is increased;
No one to pity, no arm to release;
Here is no rest, here is no rest.
Here is no rest, here is no rest!
Go to the field e'en before day is dawned!
Here is no rest, Here is no rest!
Here I must labor and toil as a beast,
And when I murmer my task is increased;
No one to pity, no arm to release;
Here is no rest, here is no rest.
Here I must toil at the end of the lash;
Here is no rest, here is no rest!
And dare not shrink from its deep painful gash;
Here is no rest, here is no rest!
Heart-broken daughter of grief and despair,
No one to help me my burthen to bear—
No one on earth for my soul who will care.
Here is no rest, here is no rest.
Here is no rest, here is no rest!
And dare not shrink from its deep painful gash;
Here is no rest, here is no rest!
Heart-broken daughter of grief and despair,
No one to help me my burthen to bear—
No one on earth for my soul who will care.
Here is no rest, here is no rest.
Here I'm a slave, and a slave must remain;
Here is no rest, here is no rest!
Winter and summer to me are the same;
Here is no rest, here is no rest!
Here I must labor though tempests may blow,
Toil without mantle through frosts and through snow;
O tell me when shall my tears cease to flow?
Here is no rest, here is no rest.
Here is no rest, here is no rest!
Winter and summer to me are the same;
Here is no rest, here is no rest!
Here I must labor though tempests may blow,
Toil without mantle through frosts and through snow;
O tell me when shall my tears cease to flow?
Here is no rest, here is no rest.
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Could I but soar to those mansions on high!
There, there is rest, there, there is rest!
There in the arms of my Savior to lie;
There, there is rest, there, there is rest!
Speed fleeting moments and bear me away!
Free my sad soul from this prison of clay,
Far from this wilderness bear me away!
There, there is rest, there is rest.
There, there is rest, there, there is rest!
There in the arms of my Savior to lie;
There, there is rest, there, there is rest!
Speed fleeting moments and bear me away!
Free my sad soul from this prison of clay,
Far from this wilderness bear me away!
There, there is rest, there is rest.
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