Ye spirits of the free,
Can ye forever see
Your brother man
A yoked and scourged slave
Chains dragging to his grave,
And raise no hand to save?
Say if you can.
In pride and pomp to roll,
Shall tyrants from the soul
Gods image tear,
And call the wreck their own,
While, from the eternal throne,
They shut the stifled groan
And bitter prayer?
Shall he a slave be bound,
Whom God hath doubly crowned
Creations lord ?
Shall men of Christian name,
Without a blush of shame
Profess their tyrant claim
From Gods own word ?
No! at the battle cry,
A host prepared to die,
Shall arm for fight
But not with martial steel,
Grasped with a murderous zeal ;
No arms their foes shall fell,
But love and light.
Firm on Jehovahs laws,
Strong in their righteous cause,
They march to save.
And vain the tyrants mail,
Against their battlehail,
Till cease the woe and wail
Of tortured slave !
Ye Spirits Of The Free
written byAnonymous
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