Great God bless our land, for ’tis dyed in the gore
Of the good and the brave of a nation’s defenders;
Oh! may death’s fearful havoc molest us no more,
And Thy love fill the bosom as passion surrenders;
To show to the world that love is unfurled,
And hate from Columbia forever is hurled.
That the proud Ark, etc.
Oh God bless our land—may our eagle still fly,
And gaze on Columbia in proud adoration;
Let the sunlight of truth ever flash from his eye,