Above the fearful wrecks of time,
And discord of its angry words,
I hear the everlasting chime,
The music of unjarring chords.
Dear land, sweet land of song,
Where dwell the blood-washed throng;
Dear land beyond, to which I go,
That land of bliss I soon shall know.
O song of light and dawn of bliss,
Sound over earth and fill these skies,
Nor ever, ever, ever cease,
Thy soul entrancing melodies.
Glad song of this disburdened earth,
Which holy voices then shall sing,
Praise for creation’s second birth,
And glory to creation’s king.