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 the faith that
the dark past has taught us,
facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Sing a song full of the hope that
the present has brought us
let us march on till victory is won.
Verse 2
Stony the road we trod,
bitter the chastening 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 died?
We have come over a way that
with tears have 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.
Verse 3
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.
Lift Him Up Higher (The Lord Is Good)