1. Let tyrants shake their iron rod
And slav'ry clang her galling chains;
We fear them not, we trust in God;
New England's God forever reigns.
2. When God inspired us for the fight
Their ranks were broke, their lines were forc'd,
Their ships were shatter'd in our sight
Or swiftly driven from our Coast.
3. The Foe comes on with haughty Stride,
Our troops advance with martial noise.
Their vet'rans flee before our Youth
And generals yield to beardless Boys.
4. What grateful offerings shall we bring?
What shall we render to the Lord?
Loud hallelujahs let us Sing,
And praise his name on every Chord.
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