When all the night is horrible with clamor

Of voiceless curses darker than the night,

When light of sun there is not, neither star-shine

Nor any beacon on the hill of right

Shine, O thou light of life, upon our pathway,

Freedom, be thou our light!

Since all life's ways are difficult and dreary

And false steps echo through eternity,

And there is naught to lean on as we journey

By paths not smooth ac downward ways would be

We have no other help, we need no other

Freedom, we lean on thee.

The slaves' base murmur and the threats of tyrants,

The voice of cowards who cringe and cry "Retreat!"

The whisper of the world, "Come where power calls thee!"

The whisper of the flesh, "Let life be sweet!"

Silence all these with thy divine commanding

Guide thou thy children's feet.

For thee, for thee, we bear the cross, the banner

For thee are all our battles fought and won

For thee was every prayer we ever uttered

For thee has every deed of ours been done;

To thee we press---to thee, triumphant splendor!

Oh, Freedom: lead us on!

Where thou shalt lead we do not fear to follow

Thou hast our hearts, we follow them in thee

Spirit of Light, whatever thou shalt show us,

Strong in the faith we shall not fear to see

We reach to thee through all the waves of darkness

Of all the days to be.

E. N.