Hark! from our native hills
Comes there a shout that thrills
Liberty’s temple from portal to dome.
Glory to God on high!
Union with Liberty,
Finds in the hearts of our people a home.
Burnish your armors like heroes in story,
Sound the loud tocsin that calls to the war;
Freedom enthroned in the land of her glory
Bids you march on by the light of her star.