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God's people sorely were oppressed, / I heard their lamentations long; -- / I hear their singing, clear and strong, / I see their banners in the West!
The captains shout the battle-cry, / The legions muster in their might; / They turn their faces to the light, / They lift their arms, they testify:
"We sank beneath the Master's thong, / Our chafing chains were ne'er undone; -- / Now clash your lances in the sun / And bless your banners with a song!
"God bides his time with patient eyes / While tyrants build upon the land; -- / He lifts his face, he lifts his hand, / And from the stones his temples rise.
"Now Freedom waves her joyous wing / Beyond the foemen's shields of gold.
March forward, singing, for, behold, / The right shall rule while God is king!"