Hymn

For the Semiquincentennial of the Nation

 

We are still here, our torch held high,
‘Twas thrown to us from fading hands;
We break not faith, nor troth deny,
With ours who sleep in foreign lands.

 

We break not faith with those who die
Of want, in places near or far,
Who having once heard freedom’s cry,
See in our flame a guiding star.

 

We are still here, and here we stay,
Though empires rise and fall,
And wayward nations drift and stray,
Who fail to heed our clarion call.

 

America! Be ever free,
And as the furrows of thy plough
Yet yield the grain of Liberty,
God’s peace on all His earth bestow!