Of every clime, of every tongue,
To light fair freedom’s funeral pyre,
And bid her mid the blaze expire.
May the gracious God of Heav’n,
At whose behest fair peace is giv’n,
The God who led our fathers o’er,
Still protect Columbia’s shore.
Of every clime, of every tongue,
To light fair freedom’s funeral pyre,
And bid her mid the blaze expire.
May the gracious God of Heav’n,
At whose behest fair peace is giv’n,
The God who led our fathers o’er,
Still protect Columbia’s shore.