And then he made a second gift,
Which from their dreary lives should lift
The tyrant’s yoke and set them free
From all who’d throttle liberty.
He gave America to men—
Fashioned this land we love, and then
Deep in her forests sowed the seed
Which was to serve man’s earthly need.
When wisps of smoke first upwards curled
From pilgrim fires, upon the world
Unnoticed and unseen, began
God’s second work of grace for man.
Here where the savage roamed and fought,
God sowed the seed of nobler thought;
Here to the land we love to claim,
The pioneers of freedom came;
Here has been cradled all that’s best
In every human mind and breast.
For full four hundred years and more
Our land has stretched her welcoming shore
To weary feet from soils afar;
Soul-shackled serfs of king and czar
Have journeyed here and toiled and sung
And talked of freedom to their young,
And God above has smiled to see
This precious work of liberty,
And watched this second gift He gave
The dreary lives of men to save.
And now, when liberty’s at bay,
And blood-stained tyrants force the fray,
Worn warriors, battling for the right,
Crushed by oppression’s cruel might,
Hear in the dark through which they grope
America’s glad cry of hope:
Man’s liberty is not to die!
America is standing by!
World-wide shall human lives be free:
America has crossed the sea!
America! the land we love!
God’s second gift from Heaven above,
Builded and fashioned out of truth,
Sinewed by Him with splendid youth
For that glad day when shall be furled
All tyrant flags throughout the world.
For this our banner holds the sky:
That liberty shall never die.
For this, America began:
To make a brotherhood of man.