|Lift evry voice
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listning skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past
has taught us
Sing a song full of the hope that the present
has brought us
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till victory is won.
Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chastning rod,
Felt in die days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to die place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears
has been watered
We have come, treading our path thro the
blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past, till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star's cast.
God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who hast brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who hast by Thy might,
Led us Into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our
where we met Thee,
Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world,
we forget thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand, may we forever stand,
True to our God, true to our native land.