Lyrics: Bouck White.
Tune: “The Watch on the Rhine.”
From pole to pole, the rumors run;
In every land beneath the sun,
The worker hosts at last awake;
Vile slavishness they now forsake.
From China, Asia through and through,
Old Egypt’s sands and Europe, too,
Isles of the sea and tropic shore,
Echo a strain ne’er heard before.
From North to South, from East to West,
Arise the toilers long oppressed.
Electric is the very air;
A storm is near; tyrants beware.
Deep clouds of wrath accumulate,
And thunders mutter at the gate.
The storm-scud speeds across the sky,
Betokening a tempest nigh.
Lo, ’tis our God; He’s drawing near.
Usurpers now do quake with fear.
Our Leader rides upon the storm;
He doth make bare a strong, right arm.
O, tremble now oppressors all.
The workers hear high heaven’s call.
Undaunted in His name we stand
To free the slaves in every land.