O Brother, rise! Cast off thy chains, be free!
O Son of the Most High, be not deceived!
Thou ne'er wert born a slave,—look up and see!
Look up and find thy heavy heart relieved.
Cast off the flimsy bands of craven fear!
Thy God is Love who all thy steps doth guide!
Lay hold on Him with trust both calm and clear.
Love never faileth whatso'er betide.
The shackles forged at error's flick'ring fire
Are weak to stay thee if thou wilt but run;
If Life, and Truth, and Love be thy desire
Thou ne'er wilt falter till the prize be won.
