Lift every voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise,
High as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea,
Sing a song full of faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of hope that the present has brought us,
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till our victory is won.

Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chastíning rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with the steady beat,
Have not our weary feet,
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of out bright star is cast.

God of our weary years,
God our silent tears,
Thou who hast brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who hast by Thou might,
Led us into light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray,
Least our feet stray from the places, Our God, where we meet Thee;
Least our Hearts, drunk with the wine of the world,we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand, may we forever stand,
True to our native land.