The Voice of Praise ‎#800

800. May freedom speed onward, wherever the blood

1 May freedom speed onward, wherever the blood
Of the wronged and the guiltless is crying to God;
Wherever from kindred, torn rudely apart,
Comes the sorrowful wait of the broken of heart.

2 Wherever the shackles of tyranny bind
In silence and darkness the God-given mind,
There, Lord, speed it onward! the truth shall be felt,
The bonds shall be loosened, the iron will melt.

3 Help us turn from the cavil of words, to unite
Once again for the poor in defense of the right,
Unappalled by the danger, the shame, or the pain,
And counting each trial for truth as our gain.

Text Information

• First Line: May freedom speed onward, wherever the blood
• Author: Whittier
• Meter: 12s
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: The Christian Nation: Freedom; Freedom for All

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