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He raised his voice — the scornful smiled,
A jeering rabble came to hear;
The statesman mocked, the mob reviled,
Pulpit and press gave little cheer.

He raised his voice — the scoffer frowned,
Disciples gathered day by day;
In him the living Word was found,
The light, the life, the truth, the way.

He raised his voice — the crowded hall
Answered to eloquence and right;
And statesmen heard at last the call
Of freemen rising in their might.

He raised his voice — the shackles fell,
And all beneath the stars were free.
Ring out! ring out, centennial bell,
The living fact of liberty!
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