Each vote declares a Freeman’s will;
Soon Heaven’s own gift the slave’s will be,
The boon of glorious Liberty.
Tell us no more of Slavery’s power,
’Tis weakness when compared with ours.
’Tis Satan’s power condemned to die,
Freedom is strengthened from on High.
Tyrants now quail, their courage fails;
But ours, inspired by Heaven, prevails.
Thrice armed are we in righteousness,