Lift every voice and sing, Till earth and heaven ring, Ring with the harmonies of Liberty; Let our rejoicing rise High as the list'ning 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 chast'ning rod, Felt in the days when hope unborn had died; Yet with a 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 our bright star is 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 God, 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOME VERSES UPON THE BURNING OF OUR HOUSE JULY 10, 1666 by ANNE BRADSTREET THE CROCODILE, FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON HYSTERIA by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS by THOMAS HARDY SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 by ALICE MEYNELL WELCOME GUEST by JEAN D. ARMSTRONG THE HUMOURS O' GLESKA FAIR by JOHN BRECKENRIDGE |