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Praise we the Lord! let songs resound
To earth's remotest shore!
Songs of thanksgiving, songs of praise—
For we are slaves no more.

And cease we not the fight of faith
Till everyone be free;
Till mercy o'er the earth shall flow,
As waters o'er the sea.

Praise we the Lord! Whose power hath rent
The chains that held us long!
God's voice is mighty, as of old,
And still God's arm is strong.

Praise we the Lord! Whose wrath arose,
Whose arm our fetters broke;
The tyrant dropped the lash, and we
To liberty awoke!

Then shall indeed Messiah's reign
Through all the world extend;
Then swords to ploughshares shall be turned,
And Heaven with earth shall blend.

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from The Abolitionist Hymnal, released July 1, 2011

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Carl Thomas Gladstone Detroit, Michigan

As a music and mischief maker on the prophetic edge Carl writes music as a discipline of justice-seeking and disruptive discipleship. He writes to engage people of faith and of no faith in deep questions and engaging stories that matter for the world.

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