9 But if the Son hath made me free, Then I am free indeed; From power of man, of sin, and hell, For evermore are held.
O! send thy word to that far land, Where none but Negro's live ; Teach them the way, the truth, the life, Thy grace, thy blessing give.
O! that my father, mother dear, Might there thy mercy see; Tell them what Christ has done for them, What Christ has done for me.
Whose God is like the Christian's God? Who can with him compare ? He hath compassion on my souls And hears a Negro's prayer.
Lord Jesus, thou hast shed thy blood For thousands such as me : Many despise poor Negro slave, But I am lov'd by thee.
And this is all I want below, To be thy constant care, Keep me from sin and danger, Lord, And hear a Negro's prayer.
In Heaven, the land of glory lies, If I should enter there, I'll tell the saints, and angels too, Thou heard'st a Negro's prayer.
