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Wendell Phillips.
A mighty man has fallen asleep
Upon his Saviour's breast;
A life full-rounded, pure and deep,
Is finished and is blest.
Upon his Saviour's breast;
A life full-rounded, pure and deep,
Is finished and is blest.
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His noble heart scorned every wrong,
His face was calm, serene;
His will well-governed, firm and strong,
Though oft his words were keen.
His face was calm, serene;
His will well-governed, firm and strong,
Though oft his words were keen.
When duty called him to the fray,
His eloquence was grand;
He deeply longed to see the day—
The curse should flee his land.
His eloquence was grand;
He deeply longed to see the day—
The curse should flee his land.
He worked and toiled through bitter years,
To break the tyrants' power;
Through fire and flood and scalding tears,
He struggled, till the hour—
To break the tyrants' power;
Through fire and flood and scalding tears,
He struggled, till the hour—
Which in the providence of God
Should set the captive free,
And men should reverence the blood
That flowed on Calvary,
Should set the captive free,
And men should reverence the blood
That flowed on Calvary,
To make them one; a brotherhood—
In bonds of Christian love;
And work for one another's good,
To gain a home above.
In bonds of Christian love;
And work for one another's good,
To gain a home above.
The blow was struck; the giant died;
Oppression ceased its reign,
And o'er the land now purified,
Peace sweetly smiled again.
Oppression ceased its reign,
And o'er the land now purified,
Peace sweetly smiled again.
And with the purpose of his life
Complete ere set of sun,
He calmly waited after strife
To hear—“Enough; well done!”
Complete ere set of sun,
He calmly waited after strife
To hear—“Enough; well done!”
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And when the message came at last,
A shock full-ripe was he,
The years allotted man were passed—
His age was seventy-three.
A shock full-ripe was he,
The years allotted man were passed—
His age was seventy-three.
The work the Master gave is done,
His efforts have been blest;
He battled earnestly and won,
And now he is at rest.
His efforts have been blest;
He battled earnestly and won,
And now he is at rest.
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