Lord, while for all mankind we pray,
Of every clime and coast,
O hear us for our native land,
The land we love the most!

O guard our shores from every foe,
With peace our borders bless;
With prosperous times our cities crown,
Our fields with plenteousness.

Unite us in the sacred love
Of knowledge, truth, and thee;
And let our hills and valleys shout
The songs of liberty.

Lord of the nations, thus to thee
Our country we commend;

Be thou her refuge and her trust,
Her everlasting Friend.

The clash of arms still shakes the sky,
King battles still with king;
Wild through the frighted air of night
The bloody tocsins ring.

But clearer far the friendly speech Of scientists and seers,

The wise debate of statesmen, and The shouts of pioneers.

And stronger far the claspéd hands.
Of labor's teeming throngs,
Who in a hundred tongues repeat
Their common creeds and songs.

From shore to shore the peoples call
In loud and sweet acclaim;
The gloom of land and sea is lit
With pentecostal flame.

O Father, from the curse of war
We pray thee give release;
And speed, O speed thy blessed day
Of justice, love, and peace.

JOHN HAYNES HOLMES, 1911.