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A JUST COMMAND.
Ho! white man, hear the great command,
It echoes loud throughout the land,
To you it loudly calls.
God wrote it with his own right hand,
In living characters it stands
Upon your Government's walls.
It echoes loud throughout the land,
To you it loudly calls.
God wrote it with his own right hand,
In living characters it stands
Upon your Government's walls.
Go free the slave, go break the bands
That bind the captive's feet and hands,
Subdue the tyrant's power.
Go, tell the despot, make him see
That God created all men free,
And none are made to cower.
That bind the captive's feet and hands,
Subdue the tyrant's power.
Go, tell the despot, make him see
That God created all men free,
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Go, free the slave, ye men of God;
Who say you're washed by pardoning blood,
No longer sleep and dream.
Go, break those stubborn hearts of steel,
And make the base slave-holder feel
That God is judge supreme.
Who say you're washed by pardoning blood,
No longer sleep and dream.
Go, break those stubborn hearts of steel,
And make the base slave-holder feel
That God is judge supreme.
Go, free the slaves, ye valiant sons
Of brave, heroic Washingion,
Who bless your father's graves.
Your father's deeds were justified
For “Equal rights” they bled and died,
And why should we be slaves?
Of brave, heroic Washingion,
Who bless your father's graves.
Your father's deeds were justified
For “Equal rights” they bled and died,
And why should we be slaves?
Go, free the slave, the time has come
When men no longer must be dumb;
All men are now involved.
If legislations do not change
The law that binds all men in chains,
“The Union must dissolve.
When men no longer must be dumb;
All men are now involved.
If legislations do not change
The law that binds all men in chains,
“The Union must dissolve.
Go, free the slave, before that cloud
Which gathers thick and thunders loud,
Shall shower its missiles down.
E'er blood for blood shall be the cry,
And slave and slave shall bleed and die
Upon the battle ground.
Which gathers thick and thunders loud,
Shall shower its missiles down.
E'er blood for blood shall be the cry,
And slave and slave shall bleed and die
Upon the battle ground.
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