1.
Columbia! In thine early days
Our Pilgrim Fathers sang thy praise,
They landed from the Mayflower’s deck
On Plymouth Rock – a snowclad speck.
That marks the place from whence the race
Of Puritans their true blood trace,
Who fought for Independence dear
With hearts of steel and conscious clear.
2.
Columbia! See, what thou art now,
A crown of stars on Nature’s brow;
With fields of gold and teeming marts,
With fifty million loving hearts
Who cling to thee, from sea to sea,
To guard thy Peace and Liberty;
Who, man to man, shall e’er be just,
And in the Lord place all their trust.
3.
Columbia! Lift thine eyes on high,
See Him! who dwells in yonder sky,
The King of Glory on His Throne,
Who looks on all for all’s His own.
Our earthly gain would be in vain,
A home in Heaven to attain,
If with our hearts we did not pay
Our debt to Him. – Then let us pray.
4.
At morn, at noon, at eventide,
O Lord! be ever at our side,
That we Thy voice may always hear,
And feel that Thou are ever near;
In mercy spare, from grief and care,
The Nation, bowed in fervant prayer,
Who ask, with rev’rent love and awe,
God bless and save America.