English poem
With songs of honor chanting high
by Isaac Watts (1674–1748)
With songs of honor chanting high, Your grateful voices raise; Fair Freedom lights the western sky, And claims your tuneful lays.
No more beneath th' oppressive hand Of tyranny we groan, Behold, a smiling happy land That Freedom calls her own.
Come, celebrate with songs and praise The day which makes us free; Let harmony her notes upraise, To sing our Jubliee.
All hail the blest auspicious day, And every heart agree, To praise, and joyous honors pay To this our Jubilee.