Lift up every voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of freedom
Let our rejoice 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 to begin
Let us march on until 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 heartbeat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our mothers sacrifice
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered.
We have come, 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,
thank all who brought us thus far on the way;
thank all who gave us our 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
Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget
Shadowed beneath Thy hand,
May we forever stand,
True to our God,
True to our native land.