Let tyrants shake their iron rod,
And slavery clank her galling chains.
We fear them not; we trust in God;
New England's God forever reigns.

When God inspired us for the fight
Their ranks were broke, their lines were forced;
Their ships were shattered in our sight
Or swiftly driven from our coast.

The foe comes on with haughty stride;
Our troops advance with martial noise.
Their veterans flee before our youth,
And generals yield to beardless boys.

What grateful offerings shall we bring?
What shall we render to the Lord?
Loud halleluiahs let us sing.
And praise his name on every chord.