"Oh, arm me with the mind,
Meek Lamb! that was in thee;
And let my knowing zeal be join'd
With perfect charity.
"With calm and temper'd mind
Let me enforce thy call;
And vindicate thy gracious will,
Which offers life to all.
"Oh, may I love like thee,
In all thy footsteps tread;
Thou hatest all iniquity,
But nothing thou hast made.
"Oh, may I learn the art,
With meekness to reprove;
To hate the sin with all my heart,
But still the sinner love."
You must read this hymn to "Isaiah," and tell him about the
prayer-meeting. While the "friends of the slave," as you call them, are
holding such humiliating meetings as you describe, in behalf of the
slaves, and are vexing themselves and chafing under the imagination of
their unmitigated sorrows and "oppression," the slaves themselves, all
over the South, are holding prayer-meetings, and are blessing God that
they are "raised 'way up to heaven's gate in privilege." As I sat in
that prayer-meeting I could almost have risen and asked the prayers of
the slaves in behalf of many at the North who are making themselves and
others nearly insane on their behalf.
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