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 The lips of a pious prophet once taught Equality of all men, And shattering the chains of a slave sought To bind all with love's bonds then. But his disciple's cunning clan Upset his laws and his command, Extols to us the sacred plan, Although coerced its legal stand, Rejoices with its ﬁlthy gain Along with friendly lord's acclaim, And so it consecrates the chain, Mockingly, in the Master's name.

O God of ours, Thou our true God, give heed! Thou God of slaves that are poor, Who decks His altars not with gold indeed, Nor priests in silken vesture; Who reigns in nature's own beauty And in the heart-throbs of the simple, Thou, O great God of Liberty, Lift up Thy hand so powerful, Release us from our ancient shackles, Raise high our heads up from the dust, And to the world in Freedom’s temples, Proclaim Thy laws so true and just!