Bought with the price of blood,
Let us receive with care,
And trust our Maker, God.
For he’s the tower
To which we fly;
His grace is nigh
In every hour!
“‘Nor shall Columbia’s sons
Forget the price it cost,
As long as water runs,
Bought with the price of blood,
Let us receive with care,
And trust our Maker, God.
For he’s the tower
To which we fly;
His grace is nigh
In every hour!
“‘Nor shall Columbia’s sons
Forget the price it cost,
As long as water runs,