Stony the road we trod
Bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope, unborn had died
Yet with a steady beat, Have not our weary feet,
Come to a place, for which our father sighed.
We have come, over a way that with tears has been watered;
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered.
Out of the gloomy past,
Till now we stand at last,
Where the white gleam, of our bright star is cast.
God of our weary years, God of our silent tears
Thou who hast brought us thus far along way
Thou who hast by thy might, led us into the light
Keep us forever in the path we pray
Lest our feet, stray from the places our God where we met Thee,
Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee
Shadowed beneath Thy hand; may we forever stand
True to our God,
True to our native land.
Keep it uppity and radically truthful, JLL