BY JAMES WELDON JOHNSON

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,

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 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 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.


1 My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From ev'ry mountainside Let freedom ring!

2 My native country, thee, Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above.

3 Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong.

4 Our fathers' God to Thee, Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright, With freedom's holy light,
Protect us by Thy might, Great God our King.



O beautiful for spacious skies For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties Above thy fruited plain;

America, America, God shed his grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea.


O beautiful for pilgrim feet Whose stern, impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness;

America, America, God mend thine every flaw;
Confirm thy soul in self control Thy liberty in law.


O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved And mercy more than life;

America, America, May God thy gold refine;
Till all success be nobleness And every gain divine.


O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years,
Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears;

America, America, God shed his grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea.