Oh! rouse the mind and nerve the arm
To brave the blast and face the storm;
And, ere the war-cloud passes by,
We’ll have a land of liberty.
Our God has said, “Let there be light
Where Error palls the land with night.”
Then send forth now, O Freedom’s bell,
Foul Slavery’s last and fatal knell!
Oh! speed the tidings o’er the land,
That tells that stern Oppression’s hand