America, Ame­ri­ca,
The shouts of war shall cease;
The glo­ry dawns! the day is come
Of vic­tory and peace!
And now up­on a larg­er plan
We’ll build the com­mon good,
The tem­ple of the love of man,
The House of Bro­ther­hood!

What though its stones were laid in tears,
Its pil­lars red with wrong,
Its walls shall rise through pa­tient years
To soar­ing spires of song!
For on this house shall faith at­tend
With joy on ai­ry wing,
And flam­ing loy­al­ty as­cend
To God the on­ly King!

America, Ame­ri­ca,
Ring out the glad re­frain!
Salute the flag—sa­lute the dead
That have not died in vain!
O glo­ry! glo­ry to thy plan
To build the com­mon good,
The tem­ple of the rights of man,
The House of Bro­ther­hood!