Yes, Ethiopia yet shall stretch br Her bleeding hands abroad; br Her cry of agony shall reach br The burning throne of God. br br The tyrant's yoke from off her neck, br His fetters from her soul, br The mighty hand of God shall break br And spurn the base control. br br Redeemed from dust, and freed from chains, br Her sons shall lift their eyes; br From lofty hills and verdant plains br Shall shouts of triumph rise. br br Upon the dark, despairing brow br Shall play a smile of peace; br For God shall bend unto her woe, br And bid her sorrows cease. br br 'Neath sheltering vines and stately palms br Shall laughing children play; br And aged sires, with joyous psalms, br Shall gladden every day. br br Secure by night and blest by day, br Shall pass her happy hours; br Within her peaceful bowers. br br Thy bleeding hands abroad; br Thy cry of agony shall reach br And find the throne of God.