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God give ye strength to run,
Unawed by earth or hell,
The race ye have begun
So gloriously and well—
Until the trumpet call
Of Freedom has gone forth,
With joy and life to all
The bondmen of the earth!
Until immortal mind
Unshackled walks abroad,
And chains no longer bind
The image of our God:
Until no captive one
Murmurs on land or wave;
And, in his course, the sun
Looks down upon no slave!
