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,
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 has brought us
thus far on the way;
Thou who has 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.
--James Weldon Johnson
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