OUT of the night it leaped the seas--

The four long years of night!

"The foe is beaten to his knees,

And triumph crowns the fight!"

It sweeps the world from shore to shore,

By wave and wind 'tis flung,

It grows into a mighty roar

Of siren, bell and tongue.

Where little peoples knelt in fear,

They stand in joy today;

The hour of their redemption here,

Their feet on Freedom's way.

The kings and kaisers flee their doom,

Fall bloody crown and throne!

Room for the people! Room! Make room!

They march to claim their own!

Now God be praised we lived to see

His Sun of Justice rise,

His Sun of Righteous Liberty,

To gladden all our skies!

And God be praised for those who died,

Whate'er their clime or breed,

Who, fighting bravely side by side,

A world from thraldom freed!

And God be praised for those who, spite

Of woundings sore and deep,

Survive to see the Cause of Right

O'er all its barriers sweep!

God and the people--This our cry!

O, God, thy peace we sing!

The peace that comes through victory,

And dwells where Thou art King.