Jupiter Hammon (October 17, 1711 – before 1806) was a Black poet who became the first African-American published writer in America when a poem appeared in print in 1760. He was a slave his entire life, and the date of his death is unknown. He was living in 1790 at the age of 79, and died by 1806. Hammon was a devout Christian, and is considered one of the founders of African American literature.
Hammon was born a slave and was owned by four generations of the Lloyd family of Queens on Long Island, New York. His parents were both slaves. His father, called Opium, had a reputation for frequent escape attempts; his mother was named Rose. Hammon was allowed to attend school, and ... more »
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Jupiter Hammon Poems
An Evening Thought
Salvation comes by Jesus Christ alone, The only Son of God; Redemption now to every one, That love his holy Word.
A Poem For Children With Thoughts On Dea...
O ye young and thoughtless youth, Come seek the living God, The scriptures are a sacred truth, Ye must believe the word.
A Dialogue, intitled, The Kind Master An...
Master. Come my servant, follow me, According to thy place; And surely God will be with thee, And send the heav'nly grace.
An Address to Miss Phillis Wheatly
O, come you pious youth: adore The wisdom of thy God. In bringing thee from distant shore, To learn His holy word.
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An Evening Thought
Salvation comes by Jesus Christ alone,
The only Son of God;
Redemption now to every one,
That love his holy Word.
Dear Jesus we would fly to Thee,
And leave off every Sin,
Thy tender Mercy well agree;
Salvation from our King.
Salvation comes now from the Lord,
Our victorious King;
His holy Name be well ador'd,
Salvation surely bring.
Dear Jesus give thy Spirit now,
Thy Grace to every Nation,
That han't the Lord to whom we bow,
The Author of Salvation.
Dear Jesus unto Thee we cry,
Give us thy Preparation;
Turn not away thy tender Eye;