remember the slave.
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Remember, too, the poor young slave,
Who never felt your joy,
Who, early old, has never known
The bliss to be a boy.
Who never felt your joy,
Who, early old, has never known
The bliss to be a boy.
Ye Christians! ministers of Him
Who came to make men free,
When, at the Almighty Maker's throne
You bend the suppliant knee,—
Who came to make men free,
When, at the Almighty Maker's throne
You bend the suppliant knee,—
From the deep fountains of your soul
Then let your prayers ascend
For the poor slave, who hardly knows
That God is still his friend.
Then let your prayers ascend
For the poor slave, who hardly knows
That God is still his friend.
Let all who know that God is just,
That Jesus came to save,
Unite in the most holy cause
Of the forsaken slave.
That Jesus came to save,
Unite in the most holy cause
Of the forsaken slave.
