What arm of strength e’er wrought such power,
As waits to crown that feeble hour?
There into life an infant empire springs!
There falls the iron from the soul;
There liberty’s young accents roll,
Up to the King of kings!
To fair creation’s farthest bound,
That thrilling summons yet shall sound;
The dreaming nations shall awake,
And to their centre earth’s old kingdoms shake.