[Dedicated to Hon Fred. Douglass]
Though dark the night, my brother,
And dreary clouds bedeck the evening sky;
No star appears, and cold the wind doth blow,
The night must pass; and then,
The morning comes apace.
What though ’tis dark, my brother,
Canst thou not look beyond the stygian gloom;
See one faint ray of hope to lighten up
The darkness of the sky?
And still canst see His face?
God is not dead, my brother,
On Him my soul in faith will lean,
In darkest hour, if he but light the way
No fear can chill, for still His mighty arm can save.
I only fear the wrong, my brother,
With God and right I breathe deﬁance bold
To every foe: for we can battle down
The hosts of hell and sin,
And triumph o’er the grave.