Air—“Hail to the Chief.”
Freemen, the day of your triumph is dawning,Shake out the folds of your banner once moreJoin in the anthem that heralds the morning;See! the long night of oppression is o’er.Hark! from our native hillsComes there a shout that thrillsLiberty’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 gloryBids you march on by the light of her star.Let the wild echo sweepBack from each mountain steep.Brave old Columbia joins in the fray,While with united voiceLiberty’s sons rejoiceIn the proud triumph that waits them to-day.Then shall our country’s name shine through the ages,Bravely redeemed by themenof her soil;Then shall the birthplace of heroes and sagesHonor the brawny-armed servants of toil.Rally, young hearts and brave,Let your broad banner waveOver the nation from inland to sea.Hasten the coming time,When every land and climeBreaking their shackles shall march with the free.R. M. N.
Freemen, the day of your triumph is dawning,Shake out the folds of your banner once moreJoin in the anthem that heralds the morning;See! the long night of oppression is o’er.Hark! from our native hillsComes there a shout that thrillsLiberty’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 gloryBids you march on by the light of her star.Let the wild echo sweepBack from each mountain steep.Brave old Columbia joins in the fray,While with united voiceLiberty’s sons rejoiceIn the proud triumph that waits them to-day.Then shall our country’s name shine through the ages,Bravely redeemed by themenof her soil;Then shall the birthplace of heroes and sagesHonor the brawny-armed servants of toil.Rally, young hearts and brave,Let your broad banner waveOver the nation from inland to sea.Hasten the coming time,When every land and climeBreaking their shackles shall march with the free.R. M. N.
Freemen, the day of your triumph is dawning,Shake out the folds of your banner once moreJoin in the anthem that heralds the morning;See! the long night of oppression is o’er.Hark! from our native hillsComes there a shout that thrillsLiberty’s temple from portal to dome.Glory to God on high!Union with Liberty,Finds in the hearts of our people a home.
Freemen, the day of your triumph is dawning,
Shake out the folds of your banner once more
Join in the anthem that heralds the morning;
See! the long night of oppression is o’er.
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 gloryBids you march on by the light of her star.Let the wild echo sweepBack from each mountain steep.Brave old Columbia joins in the fray,While with united voiceLiberty’s sons rejoiceIn the proud triumph that waits them to-day.
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.
Let the wild echo sweep
Back from each mountain steep.
Brave old Columbia joins in the fray,
While with united voice
Liberty’s sons rejoice
In the proud triumph that waits them to-day.
Then shall our country’s name shine through the ages,Bravely redeemed by themenof her soil;Then shall the birthplace of heroes and sagesHonor the brawny-armed servants of toil.Rally, young hearts and brave,Let your broad banner waveOver the nation from inland to sea.Hasten the coming time,When every land and climeBreaking their shackles shall march with the free.R. M. N.
Then shall our country’s name shine through the ages,
Bravely redeemed by themenof her soil;
Then shall the birthplace of heroes and sages
Honor the brawny-armed servants of toil.
Rally, young hearts and brave,
Let your broad banner wave
Over the nation from inland to sea.
Hasten the coming time,
When every land and clime
Breaking their shackles shall march with the free.
R. M. N.