Children, we shall be free,
When the Lord shall appear.

We want no cowards in our band,
That will their colors fly;
We call for valiant-hearted men,
That are not afraid to die.

We see the pilgrim as he lies,
With glory in his soul;
To heav'n he lifts his longing eyes,
And bids this world adieu.

Give ease to the sick, give sight to the blind,
Enable the cripple to walk;
He'll raise the dead from under the earth,
And give them permission to talk.