C.O.H. Thoras [?], D.C., L.L.B; Baltimore Afro-American Ledger, October 26, 1906

Tune–America

 Great God of Nations, we
 Have met to offer thee
 Our chant of praise.
 Of mercies past we sing
 Our present sorrows bring,
 And thy sure promises
 We ask--fulfill.

 Bless the race of wailing,
 Who to Thee are praying,
 Where 'ere they dwell.
 Then let us all unite,
 To stand in freedom's light,
 And in our Christian might
 For God and Right.

 While now our fears arise,
 O, watch Thou o'er our lives
 Come, plead our cause.
 Lord God of truth and grace,
 Help this despised race
 Their motely foes to face,
 And never fail.

 While in the sunny home
 Under its scorching sun,
 Be Thou our stay.
 Then with an upward stride,
 With love for racial pride,
 Continuously guide,
 Now and always.

 May Thy rich grace abound
 Where'er our race is found,
 The wide world o'er.
 Then may our love to Thee
 Warm and continuous be
 With Christian loyalty
 Loving Thee more.

[This poem appears in two categories: God and Christ and Hope, Determination, and the Future.]