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 The tyrant's yoke from off her neck,
 * His fetters from her soul,

The mighty hand of Grod shall break,
 * And spurn the base control.

Redeemed from dust and freed from chains,
 * Her sons snail lift their eyes;

From cloud-capt hills and verdant plains
 * Shall shouts of triumph rise.

Upon her dark, despairing brow,
 * Shall play a smile of peace;

For God shall bend unto her wo,
 * And bid her sorrows cease.

'Neath sheltering vines and stately palms
 * Shall laughing children play,

And aged sires with joyous psalms
 * Shall gladden every day.

Secure by night, and blest by day.
 * Shall pass her happy hours;

Nor human tigers hunt for prey
 * Within her peaceful bowers.

Then, Ethiopia! stretch, oh! stretch
 * Thy bleeding hands abroad;

Thy cry of agony shall reach
 * And find redress from God.