Through mid­night ag­es dark and lone,
Oppression tri­umphed o’er the free;
They set the watch, they rolled the stone,
Upon the grave of li­ber­ty;
When lo! the an­gels burst the gloom,
And free­dom ris­es from the tomb.

Robed in the sa­ble veil of fear,
The mourn­ers haste at ear­ly day,
But an­gels from a bright­er sphere
Disperse their gloomy cares away;
Rejoice! O earth, rej­oice! they cry
For free­dom lives, no more to die.

O Christ, our Sav­ior! Thou who art
The Lord and rul­er of the free,
Reveal to ev­ery hu­man heart
The free­dom that is found in Thee;
So shall the world’s last ty­rant fall,
And love and light be all in all.