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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. |
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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. |
