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They have bivouacked oft in the south-land, the enemy fully in view,
With cities and armies to conquer, herculean duties to do;
With the earth itself for a pillow, their shelter the heaven's blue dome,
But now all too swiftly and surely, the comrades are gathering home.

Into the Guardian Presence neither peril nor passion intrude,
When low at the feet of the Saviour the fountain of life is renewed;
As long as our country shall prosper, as long as our banner shall wave,
Sever the bonds of oppression as they severed the bonds of the slave.