The land we love is call­ing,
From plain and mount­ain height,
Her val­iant sons and daugh­ters
To lift her bea­con light;
From coast to coast the an­swer
Comes ring­ing loud and free,
America, Ame­ri­ca,
We bring our lives to thee.

The soul starved mount­ain high­lands,
The need of coun­try­side,
The city’s creep­ing dark­ness,
Where sin and fear abide,
Shall see the march­ing thou­sands
That come from far and near:
America, Ame­ri­ca,
Thy plead­ing call we hear!

O her­alds of the morn­ing,
Stand in your ra­di­ant might,
Splendid with faith tri­um­phant,
Touched by the liv­ing light,
For faith­ful, lov­ing ser­vice
Thy coun­try calls to thee,
Till God’s re­deemed Ame­ri­ca
Thy shin­ing crown shall be.