But now all too swiftly and surely, the comrades are gathering home.
Into the Guardian Presence neither peril nor passion intrude,
When low at the feet of the Saviour the fountain of life is renewed;
As long as our country shall prosper, as long as our banner shall wave,
Sever the bonds of oppression as they severed the bonds of the slave.
ARISE, MY SOUL!
Arise, my soul! forsake the shadows dreary,
Where dark and dread battalions line the way;