Sooner or later the gate will stand
In the midst of darkness and freedom land
Across the thrilling river from Egypt land
I will deliver my children with my iron hand.
Today or tomorrow across the world
The wind will blow from east to westward
And all you have called injustice by word
Not even a letter of it will again be heard.
So call out my children, cry as you come
To the gate that bears the name welcome
Sing songs of freedom and beat your drums
For time has come, please hurry come!