Labor Is The Fabled Magician's Wand, The

Lift Every Voice And Sing Till Earth And Heaven Ring, Ring With The Harmonies Of Liberty. Let Our Rejoicing Rise High As The Listening Skies; Let It Resound Loud As The Rolling Sea.

And God Stepped Out On Space, And He Looked Around And Said: I'm Lonely - I'll Make Me A World.

Any Musical Person Who Has Never Heard A Negro Congregation Under The Spell Of Religious Fervor Sing These Old Songs Has Missed One Of The Most Thrilling Emotions Which The Human Heart May Experience.

We Have Come Over A Way That With Tears Has Been Watered, We Have Come, Treading Our Path Through The Blood Of The Slaughtered.

This Country Can Have No More Democracy Than It Accords And Guarantees To The Humblest And Weakest Citizen.