1.⁠Great and fair is she, Our land,
High of heart and strong of hand;
Dawn is on her fore -head still,
In her veins youth's arrowy thrill.
Hers are riches, might and fame ;
All the earth resounds her name ;
In her road-steads navies ride :
Hath she need of aught beside ?
2.⁠Power Unseen, before whose eyes
Nations fall and nations rise,
Grant she climb not to her goal
All forgetful of the Soul !
Firm in honor be she found,
Justice-armed and mercy-crowned,
Blest in labor, blest in ease,
Blest in noiseless cahritides.
3.⁠Unenslaved by thing that must
Yield full soon to mouth and rust,
Let her hold a light on high
Men unborn may travel by.
Mightier still she then shall stand,
Moulded by thy secret hand,
Power Eternal, at whose call
Nations rise and nations fall Amem.