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<h2>LIFT EVERY VOICE AND SING</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“They cried, and their cry came up unto God by reason of the bondage.” Exodus 2:23</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td align="center" width="205"><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_j_o_johnson_jw.jpg" alt="James Weldon Johnson (1871-1938)" width="136.666666666667" height="187.333333333333"><br>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of United States Library of Congress</span></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_j_o_johnson_jw.html" target="_blank">James Weldon Johnson</a>, 1899.
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<p><em>Music:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_j_o_johnson_jr.html" target="_blank">John Rosamond Johnson</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_l_liftevry.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_j_o_johnson_jr.jpg" alt="John Rosamond Johnson (1873-1954)" width="127.333333333333" height="167.333333333333"></td>
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<p>Lift every voice and sing, till earth and heaven ring,<br>
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Ring with the harmonies of liberty;<br>
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Let our rejoicing rise, high as the listening skies,<br>
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Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.<br>
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Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,<br>
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Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;<br>
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Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,<br>
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Let us march on till victory is won.</p>
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<p>Stony the road we trod, bitter the chastening rod,<br>
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Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;<br>
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Yet with a steady beat, have not our weary feet,<br>
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Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?<br>
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We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,<br>
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We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered;<br>
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Out from the gloomy past, till now we stand at last<br>
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Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.</p>
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<p>God of our weary years, God of our silent tears,<br>
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Thou Who hast brought us thus far on the way;<br>
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Thou Who hast by Thy might, led us into the light,<br>
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Keep us forever in the path, we pray.<br>
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Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee.<br>
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Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee.<br>
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Shadowed beneath Thy hand, may we forever stand,<br>
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True to our God, true to our native land.</p>
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