Let it no longer be a forlorn hope To wash an Ethiop :
He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade For his white soul is made :
And now,
I doubt not, the Eternal Dove A black-faced house will love.
Let it no longer be a forlorn hope To wash an Ethiop :
He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade For his white soul is made :
And now,
I doubt not, the Eternal Dove A black-faced house will love.