Friends of true liberty! arise;
The tyrant-foe's at hand;
The glorious freedom of the skies
Give to our glorious land;
The liberty of light and love—
For such the saints enjoy above.

Enkindle, by the torch of truth,
The love of all that's good;
Let th' aspiring soul of youth
Stand where a Daniel stood;
The moral might, that wreath'd his brow,
Would make ten thousand tyrants bow.

Come forth, ye steadfast moral band!
Who guide true Freedom's car;
Set forth the truth thro' all the land,
Scatter it wide and far,
Till ev'rywhere, each human heart
Shall Freedom cherish and impart.