The Temple is saved by the blood of the Free!
And sanctified over, a thousand times more,
With the blood-sprinkled Seal on the posts of the door—
A sweet-smelling savor of incense divine,
For the Holy of Holies, the Patriot's shrine.
Now draw the rich nourishment freely, sweet maid!
Immense as the cost is, do not be afraid;
The stream inexhaustible, now, at thy will,
Shall flow like a river, the Temple to fill,
And the world shall acknowledge that Freemen can keep,