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Yes! Ethiopia yet shall stretch / Her bleeding hands abroad; / Her cry of agony shall reach / The burning throne of God, / The tyrant's yoke from off her neck, / His fetters from her soul, / The mighty hand of God shall break, / And spurn the base control.
Redeemed from dust and freed from chains, / Her sons shall lift their eyes; / From cloud-capt hills and verdant plains / Shall shouts of triumph rise.
Upon her dark, despairing brow, / Shall play a smile of peace; / For God shall bend unto her woe, / And bid her sorrows cease.
'Neath sheltering vines and stately palms / Shall laughing children play, / And aged sires with joyous psalms / Shall gladden every day.
Secure by night, and blest by day.
Shall pass her happy hours; / Nor human tigers hunt for prey / Within her peaceful bowers.
Then, Ethiopia! stretch, oh! stretch / Thy bleeding hands abroad; / Thy cry of agony shall reach / And find redress from God.