Jubilate

Now our night of terror endeth,
God his Rose of Dawn now sendeth,
Giving life and light to Dixie:
Arms no longer Fraud sustaining,
Knaves and thieves no longer reigning,
Hope is once more born for Dixie.
Life has come to Dixie;
She's free! free!! free!!!—
On Dixie's land we now may stand,
No longer tortured Dixie:
She's free! free!! free!!!
Our own, dear, wasted Dixie:
She's free! free!! free!!!
For God is good to Dixie.