A Thousand Years, My Own Columbia - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
A Thousand Years, My Own Columbia. 
Lift up your eyes, desponding freeman, Fling to the winds your needless fears; He who unfurled your beauteous banner, Says It shall wave a thousand years. 
Chorus. A thousand years, my own Columbia, 'Tis the glad day so long foretold; 'Tis the glad morn, whose early twilight Washington saw in times of old. 
What If the clouds one little moment Hide the blue sky where morn appears; When the bright sun that tints them crimson. Rises to shine a thousand years?-Chorus. 
Tell the great world these blessed tidings. Yes. and be sure the bondman hears; Tell the oppressed of ev'ry nation. Jubilee lasts a thousand years. - Cho. 
Envious foes beyond the ocean. Little we heed your threat'ning sneers; Little will they-our children's children-When you are gone a thousand years.-Chorus. 
Rebels at home, go hide your faces, Weep for your crimes with bitter tears; You could not bind the blessed daylight. Though you should strive a thousand years.-Chorus. 
Back to your dens, ye secret traitors, Down to your own degraded spheres; Ere the first blaze of dazzling sunshine Shortens your lives a thousand years.-Chorus. 
Haste thee along, thou glorious noonday, Oh. for the eyes of Ancient seers; Oh, for the faith of Him who reckons Each of his days a thousand years -Chorus.