God of all might, our fathers’ God,
This land we love belongs to Thee,
From shores the pilgrims’ feet first trod,
Far westward stretching to the sea;
Lest in our vanity and pride
We cease to do Thy righteous will,
And from the right now turn aside,
Be with us still! Be with us still!
God of all might be with us still!
In freedom’s cause our fathers fought
And crossed the wild and stormy deep;
The priceless boon which here they bought,
May we, their children, ever keep;
That as a nation strong we may
Our highest destiny fulfill,
Nor foolishly go far astray.
By greed of power or lust of gain
May we be tempted nevermore!
Forbid, O Lord, that we should stain
Fair freedom’s flag with human gore
For sake of conquest; rather, let
Christ’s tender love our bosoms fill;
Lest in our folly we forget,
If for an empire we will seek
Still other lands beyond the sea,
We’ll wait, O Lord, till Thou dost speak,
For Thou wouldst have all people free;
O let us not, in freedom’s name,
Go forth to pillage, burn and kill;
Lest for such deeds we blush with shame.