Freedom

RING, ring, blithe Freedom's Song!
Roll forth as water strong
Down rocks in sheets I
Pale stands the Gallic swarm —
Our hearts beat high and warm —
Youth nerves the Teuton's arm
For glorious feats!

GOD: Father! to thy praise
The spirit of old days
In Deutschland's Youth
Spreads as a burning brand!
We hail the fourfold band,
GOD, Freedom, Fatherland,
Old German Truth?

Puretongued and pious be,
Manful and chaste and free,
Great Hermann's race!
And, while GOD'S judgments light
On Tyranny's brute might,
Build We the People's Right
On Freedom's base!

For now in German breasts
Fair Freedom manifests
Her power at length;
Her worth is understood;
We vow to her our blood;
We feel that Brotherhood
Alone is Strength!

Eing, then, glad Song of Zeal,
Loud as the thunderpeal
That rocks the sphere!
Our hearts, hopes, objects, One,
Stand we, One Starry Zone,
And round One Sun, the Throne,
Be our career!