Descend, then, Spirit of the Eternal King!

To Thee, to Him, to His avenging Son,

The Triune of God, in boundless trust we cling;

His help once ours, our nationhood is won.

We watch the time

Till that sublime

Event shall thrill the free of every clime.

Speed, mighty Spirit! speed its march,

And thus complete for earth mankind’s triumphal arch.

DARK ROSALEEN