D. Webb Johns; Baltimore Afro-American Ledger, December 13, 1913

Stolen from their native land, sold in slavery;
   Looked upon to be outcasts, full of faith are we;
By God freed but a short while, marching on with grade,
   Grasping opportunities, are the colored race.
Thousands upon thousands, were bound in slavery's chain,
   Unknown heroes, martyred love, drenched with crimson stain,
Waiting for the King above, then to see His face;
   Are thousands upon thousands of the colored race.

With a smiling countenance, that nothing can daunt,
   Happy, fearless, tired and true, not afraid of want;
Without the advantages, marching on apace,
   Are a countless army of the colored race.

Hatred and oppression, calumny and strife,
   Unjust laws and measures against us are rife;
How can ever we succeed? How then keep our place?
   What keeps them from crushing, this valiant colored race?

Tis faith in their Jehovah, Father of all mankind,
   We will not sit in glory, and see us fall behind;
For who can be against us, if God for us will place,
   A way of righteous success, for this cour colored race.