1. THE land our Fathers left to us
Is foul with hateful sin;
When shall, O Lord, this sorrow end,
And hope and joy begin?

2. What good, though growing might and wealth
Shall stretch from shore to shore,
If thus the fatal poison-taint
Be only spread the more?

3. Wipe out, O God, the nation's sin,
Then swell the nation's power;
But build not high our yearning hopes,
To wither in an hour!

4. No outward show nor favored strength
From thy stern justice saves;
There is no liberty for them
Who make their brethren slaves!

1. YE who in bondage pine,
Shut out from light divine,
Bereft of hope;
Whose limbs are worn with chains,
Whose tears bedew our plains,
Whose blood our glory stains,
In gloom who grope:--

2. Shout! for the hour draws nigh
That gives you liberty!
And from the dust,
So long your vile embrace,
Uprising, take your place
Among earth's noblest race--
'Tis right and just!

3. The night--the long, long night
Of infamy and slight,
Shame and disgrace,
And slavery worse than e'er
Rome's serfs were doomed to bear,
Bloody beyond compare--
Recedes space!

4. Lorn Africa, once more,
As proudly as of yore,
Shall yet be seen
Foremost of all the earth
In learning, beauty, worth--
By dignity of birth
A peerless Queen!

5. Speed, speed the hour, O Lord!
Speak! and, at thy dread word,
Fetters shall fall
From every limb--the strong
No more the weak shall wrong,
But Liberty's sweet song
Be sung by all.

MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored:
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword:

His truth is marching on.
CHORUS--Glory, glory, hallelujah, etc.

I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:

His day is marching on.
CHORUS--Glory, glory, hallelujah, etc.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,

Since God is marching on."
CHORUS--Glory, glory, hallelujah, etc.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat:
He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him! be jubilant, my feet!

Our God is marching on.
CHORUS--Glory, glory, hallelujah, etc.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me;
As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,

While God is marching on.
CHORUS--Glory, glory, hallelujah, etc.

1. FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise!
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue!

2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord!
Eternal truth attends thy word!
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more!

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