Small, and hidden among the hills

We go to receive the joy

 

Painted white by our own hands

Laboring together in industrial joy

 

In the spring, when the Easter is,

We celebrate with songs of joy

 

When summer's heat makes us sweat amidst the sermon

We look up and think of nature's joy

 

When the dying of autumn bring us pain

We stare through the windows at the azure sky's joy

 

As winter settles in with cold and cruelty,

We take heart nevertheless and praise in joy

 

Though people taunt or rail against us

Here we receive courage and strength and joy

 

Death, o unxeplainable sorrow

Will not steal from us here amazing joy

 

And when white walls fall and earths dissolve

We will hold on with endless joy

 

America, you once knew

And now you've lost this God-given joy