Let laments swell the breeze
And wring from all the trees Sweet freedom’s song.
Let laggard tongues awake,
Let all who hear partake,
Let Southern silence quake, The sound prolong.
Our fathers’ God to thee
Author of Liberty, To thee we sing
Soon may our land be bright,
With Freedom’s happy light
Protect us by Thy might, Great God our King.My country tis of thee,
Late land of slavery, Of thee I sing.
Land where my father’s pride
Slept where my mother died,
From every mountain side Let freedom ring!
My native country thee
Land of the slave set free, Thy fame I love.
I love thy rocks and rills
And o’er thy hate which chills,
My heart with purpose thrills, To rise above.