God of our silent tears,
God of our weary years,
Sing a song
Full of hope, full of faith, from gloomy past, stand at last
Felt when hope unborn had died
The place our fathers sighed?
Facing the rising sun
new day begun,
Let us march on
Till victory is won.
The dark past
Hope that the present has brought us
Yet with a steady beat
Have not our weary feet
Till earth and heaven ring,
Lift every voice and sing,