For Thee, O Dear, Dear Country,
Mine Eyes Their Vigils Keep ;
For Very Love, Beholding
Thy Happy Name, They Weep.
The Mention Of Thy Glory
Is Unction To The Breast,
And Medicine In Sickness,
And Love, And Life, And Rest.

With Jasper Glow Thy Bulwarks,
Thy Streets With Emeralds Blaze ;
The Sardius And The Topaz
Unite In Thee Their Rays ;
Thine Ageless Walls Are Bonded
With Amethyst Unpriced ;
The Saints Build Up Its Fabric,
The Cornerstone Is Christ.

Thou Hast No Shore, Fair Ocean ;
Thou Hast No Time, Bright Day;
Dear Fountain Of Refreshment
To Pilgrims Far Away :
Upon The Rock Of Ages
They Raise Thy Holy Tower ;
Thine Is The Victor’s Laurel,
And Thine The Golden Dower.

Oh, Sweet And Blessed Country,
The Home Of God’s Elect !
Oh, Sweet And Blessed Country,
That Eager Hearts Expect !
Jesus, In Mercy Bring Us
To That Dear Land Of Rest,
Who Art, With God The Father,
And Spirit, Ever Blest.