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It Is Necessary To Understand That Black Power Is A Cry Of Disappointment. The Black Power Slogan Did Not Spring Full Grown From The Head Of Some Philosophical Zeus. It Was Born From The Wounds Of Despair And Disappointment. It Is A Cry Of Daily Hurt And Persistent Pain.

No Other God Have I But Thee, Born In A Manger, Died On A Tree.

It Is Impossible For One Man Both To Labor Day And Night To Get A Living, And At The Same Time Give Himself To The Study Of Sacred Learning As The Preaching Office Requires.

A Mighty Fortress Is Our God, A Bulwark Never Failing: Our Helper He Amid The Flood Of Mortal Ills Prevailing.

In The Bonds Of Death He Lay Who For Our Offence Was Slain; But The Lord Is Risen To-day, Christ Hath Brought Us Life Again, Wherefore Let Us All Rejoice, Singing Loud, With Cheerful Voice, Hallelujah!