Climb we the mountain afar,

In the still hour of even;

Led by yon beautiful star,

First of the daughters of heaven:

Darkness yet covers the face of the deep;

Spirit of freedom! go forth in thy might,

Break the slave’s bondage like infancy’s sleep,

The moment when God shall say, Let there be light!

Gaze we meanwhile for the day,

Praying in thought while we gaze;

Watch for the morning’s first ray;

Prayer then be turned into praise!

Shout to the valleys, Behold ye the morn,

Long, long desired, but denied to our sight;

Lo, myriads of slaves into men are new-born;

The word was omnipotent, and there is light!