My Country, 'tis of Thee (Abolitionist Version) - Chase Holfelder

My country, 'tis of thee,

Stronghold of slavery, of thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,

Where men man's rights deride,

From every mountainside thy deeds shall ring!

Our father's God! to thee,

Author of Liberty, to thee we sing;

Soon may our land be bright,

With holy freedom's right,

Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King.

It comes, the joyful day,

When tyranny's proud sway, stern as the grave,

Shall to the ground be hurl'd,

And freedom's flag, unfurl'd,

Shall wave throughout the world, O'er every slave.

Trump of glad jubilee!

Echo o'er land and sea freedom for all.

Let the glad tidings fly,

And every tribe reply,

"Glory to God on high," at Slavery's fall.