Triumph! the rescued nations cry,
Triumph! ten thousand hearts reply.
Sad mother, weep no more thy children slain;
The trumpets and the battle clangours cease:
Uplift to heaven the loud, the grateful strain,
And hail the dawn of Freedom and of Peace.
Triumph! the rescued nations cry,
Triumph! ten thousand hearts reply.
For joy returned, for peace restored,
Lord of all worlds, to thee we raise,
While Slaughter drops his weary sword,
To thee the hymn of gratitude and praise.
Triumph! the rescued nations cry,
Triumph! ten thousand hearts reply.