We're for Freedom Through the Land.

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Words by J. E. Robinson
Music arranged from the "Old Granite State."

We are coming, we are coming! freedom's battle is begun!
No hand shall furl her banner ere her victory be won!
Our

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shields are locked for liberty, and mercy goes before;
Tyrants tremble in your citadel! oppression shall be o'er.
We will vote for

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freedom,
We will vote for freedom,
We will vote for freedom
Throughout our native land.

We have hatred, dark and deep, for the fetter and the thong;
We bring light for prisoned spirits, for the captive's wail a song;
We are coming, we are coming! and, "No league with tyrant man,"
Is emblazoned on our banner, while Jehovah leads the van!
We will vote for freedom,
We will vote for freedom,
We will vote for freedom,
Throughout our native land.

We are coming, we are coming! but we wield no battle brand;
We are armed with truth and justice, with God's charter in our hand;
And our voice which swells for freedom — freedom now and ever more —
Shall be heard as ocean's thunders, when they burst upon the shore!
We will vote for freedom,
We will vote for freedom,
We will vote for freedom,
Throughout our native land.

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Be patient, O, be patient! ye suffering ones of earth!
Denied a glorious heritage — our common right by birth;
With fettered limbs and spirits, your battle shall be won!
O be patient — we are coming! suffer on, suffer on!
We will vote for freedom,
We will vote for freedom,
We will vote for freedom,
Throughout our native land.

We are coming, we are coming! not as comes the tempest's wrath,
When the frown of desolation sits brooding o'er its path;
But with mercy, such as leaves his holy signet-light upon
The air in lambent beauty, when the darkened storm is gone.
We will vote for freedom,
We will vote for freedom,
We will vote for freedom,
Throughout our native land.

O, be patient in your misery! be mute in your despair!
While your chains are grinding deeper, there's a voice upon the air!
Ye shall feel its potent echoes, ye shall hear its lovely sound,
We are coming! we are coming! bringing freedom to the bound!
We will vote for freedom,
We will vote for freedom,
We will vote for freedom,
Throughout the land.

Note — Suggested by a song sung by George W. Clark, at a recent Convention held in Rochester, N. Y.