Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty 
Let our rejoicing rise 
High as the list'ning 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, 
Kept us march on till victory is won.
Stony the road we trod, 
Bitter the chast'ning 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 signed? 

We have come over a way  that with tears has been watered; 
We have come, treading our path thro' 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 wary 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