"America! America!"

We pace through delicate days,
When hate is howling at heroes,
“On thee” “God shed his grace,”
We praise Him through our woes.

And “for amber waves of grain,”
“Till all success be nobleness,”
With this storm, gaining the rain,
Our gratitude we express.

With “dream that sees beyond the years,”
World will learn love and embrace grace.
Through our sorrow and through our tears,
We shall uplift the human race.