Above the fear­ful wrecks of time,
And dis­cord of its an­gry words,
I hear the ev­er­last­ing chime,
The mu­sic of un­jar­ring chords.

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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.

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Glad song of this dis­bur­dened earth,
Which ho­ly voic­es then shall sing,
Praise for cre­ation’s se­cond birth,
And glo­ry to cre­ation’s king.

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