  The glorious cause is moving on, The cause once led by Washington! The cause that made our fathers free, The cause of glorious Liberty! Our ranks now swell, our votes now tell, On Freedom’s cause we love so well! And Slavery’s power, now waning fast, In midnight shade will soon be cast. Then labor, labor, labor still, Each vote declares a Freeman’s will; Soon Heaven’s own gift the slave’s will be, The boon of glorious Liberty. Tell us no more of Slavery’s power, ’Tis weakness when compared with ours. ’Tis Satan’s power condemned to die, Freedom is strengthened from on High. Tyrants now quail, their courage fails; But ours, inspired by Heaven, prevails. Thrice armed are we in righteousness, And this our foes themselves confess. Then onward, onward, onward still, See how our ranks with Freemen fill! Soon o’er the world will all men see Triumphant glorious liberty. For years have Freemen bravely stood, And breasted persecution’s flood; With justice armed, they’ve kept the field, Their flag, so fair, still floats in air; And mark! next year ’twill still be there, Inscribed in letters bold and free, With one great idea, Liberty! Then sound it, sound it, sound it strong, That Freedom’s right, and Slavery’s wrong. And soon this truth will all men see, And vote for glorious Liberty. |
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