The Colored Mother’s Prayer

Great Father! who created all,
The colored and the fair,
O listen to a mother’s call;
Hear Thou the negro’s prayer!

Yet once again thy people teach,
With lessons from above,
That they may practise what they preach,
And all their neighbors love.

Again the Gospel precepts give;
Teach them this rule to know,—
Such treatment as ye should receive,
Be willing to bestow.

Then my poor child, my darling one,
Will never feel the smart
Of their unjust and cruel scorn,
That withers all the heart.

Great Father! who created all,
The colored and the fair,
O listen to a mother’s call;
Hear Thou the negro’s prayer!