The Sacred Vow of Liberty

Intro
(Stirring fife and soft snare drum introduction, joining a gentle harpsichord rhythm)
​[Verse 1]
Through the shadow of the tyrant's reign,
A morning sun breaks clear,
We bind the wounded, soothe the pain,
And cast away our fear.
No crown shall claim the right to bind
The spirit born to grace,
For freedom lives within the mind
Of all the human race.
​[Chorus]
Oh, let the bells of freedom ring,
From mountain down to shore!
To heal the sick, the weary bring,
And feed the hungry poor!
Our liberty is not of sword,
Nor battle's fierce decree,
'Tis standing with our fellow man
To set the spirit free!
​[Verse 2]
Protect the aged in their twilight year,
Guard every child from plight,
Lift up the weak when storm-clouds near,
And guide them toward the light.
For what is freedom worth to hold,
If mercy be forgot?
No shining prize of brass or gold
Can mend a brother's lot.
​[Chorus]
Oh, let the bells of freedom ring,
From mountain down to shore!
To heal the sick, the weary bring,
And feed the hungry poor!
Our liberty is not of sword,
Nor battle's fierce decree,
'Tis standing with our fellow man
To set the spirit free!
​[Bridge]
(Tempo slows slightly, rich choral vocal harmonies enter with wooden flute playing softly)
In common bonds of love we stand,
A haven for the meek,
To extend a open, healing hand,
To comfort those who speak...
In whispered hope for better days.
​[Chorus]
Oh, let the bells of freedom ring,
From mountain down to shore!
To heal the sick, the weary bring,
And feed the hungry poor!
Our liberty is not of sword,
Nor battle's fierce decree,
'Tis standing with our fellow man
To set the spirit free!
​[Outro]
(Fife and snare fade slowly into a warm, lingering harpsichord chord)
To set the spirit free...
God shield the weak and poor...
Forevermore.
(Fade out)