Lift Every Voice and sing till earth and heaven ringRing with the harmonies of libertyLet our rejoicing rise high as the listening skiesLet it resound loud as the rolling sea
Sing a song, full of the faith that the dark past has taught usSing a song, full of the hope that the present has brought usFacing the rising sum of our new day begunLet us march on till victory is won
Stony the road we trod, bitter the chastening rodfelt in the days when hope unborn had diedyet with a steady beat, have not our weary feetcome to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come, over a way that which tears has been wateredWe have come, treading out path through the blood of the slaughteredOut of 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 tearsThou Who has brought us thus far on the wayThou Who hast by Thy might, led us into the lightKeep us for-e-ver in the path we pray
Lest our feet, stray from the places our GOD where me met theeLest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world we forget TheeShadowed beneath thy hand, may we forever standTRUE TO OUR GOD, TRUE TO OUR NATIVE LAND
Sing a song, full of the faith that the dark past has taught usSing a song, full of the hope that the present has brought usFacing the rising sum of our new day begunLet us march on till victory is won
Stony the road we trod, bitter the chastening rodfelt in the days when hope unborn had diedyet with a steady beat, have not our weary feetcome to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come, over a way that which tears has been wateredWe have come, treading out path through the blood of the slaughteredOut of 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 tearsThou Who has brought us thus far on the wayThou Who hast by Thy might, led us into the lightKeep us for-e-ver in the path we pray
Lest our feet, stray from the places our GOD where me met theeLest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world we forget TheeShadowed beneath thy hand, may we forever standTRUE TO OUR GOD, TRUE TO OUR NATIVE LAND
James Weldon Johnson(1871-1938)
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