Shout, shout, up with your song!
Cry with the wind, for the dawn is breaking;
March, march, swing you along,
Wide blows our banner, and hope is waking.
Song with its story, dreams with their glory
Loud they call, and glad is their word!
Loud and louder it swellsïŒ
Thunder of freedom, the voice of the Lord!
Long longâwe in the past
Cowered in dread from the light of heaven,
Strong strongâstand we at last,
Fearless in faith and with sight new given.
Strength with its beauty, Life with its duty,
(Hear the voice, oh hear and obey!)
These theseâbeckon us on!
Open your eyes to the blaze of day.
Comradesâye who have dared
First in the battle to strive and sorrow!
Scorned, spurnedânought have ye cared,
Raising your eyes to a wider morrow,
Ways that are weary, days that are dreary,
Toil and pain by faith ye have borne;
Hail, hailâvictors ye stand,
Wearing the wreath that the brave have worn!