| Lift every voice and sing, till earth and Heaven ring,
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| Ring with the harmonies of liberty;
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| Let our rejoicing rise, high as the listening skies,
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| Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
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| Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
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| Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
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| Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
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| Let us march on till victory is won.
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| Stony the road we trod, bitter the chastening rod,
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| Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
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| Yet with a steady beat, have not our weary feet,
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| Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
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| We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
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| We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered;
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| Out from the gloomy past, till now we stand at last
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| Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.
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| God of our weary years, God of our silent tears,
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| Thou Who hast brought us thus far on the way;
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| Thou Who hast by Thy might, led us into the light,
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| Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
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| 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.
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| Shadowed beneath Thy hand, may we forever stand,
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| True to our God, true to our native land. |