Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl!
Softer than silk are iron chains
Compared with those that chafe the soul.
2 Hosannas, Lord, to Thee we sing,
Whose power the giant fiend obeys;
What countless thousands tribute bring,
For happier homes and brighter days!
3 Thou wilt not break the bruised reed,
Nor leave the broken heart unbound;
The wife regains a husband freed!