And Christ, the friend of bondmen, shall ever be our guide;
And soon the cry will ring, throughout this glorious land so wide,
‘Let the bondmen all go free!’
No more from crushed and bleeding hearts we hear the broken sigh;
No more from brothers bound in chains we’ll hear the pleading cry;
For the happy day, the glorious day, is coming by and by,
When the slaves shall all go free!
We’re bound to make our glorious flag the banner of the free,
The first of January next, eighteen sixty-three;
Of every loyal Northern heart the glad cry then shall be,