land of the morning
child of the sun returning,
with gfervor burning,
three do our souls adore,
land dear and holy
cradle of noble heroes.
ne'er shall invaders
trample thy sacred shore.
ever wthin thy skies and through thy clouds
and o'er thy hills and seas
do we behold the radiance , feel the thorb,
of glorious liberty.
thy banner floats above us here,
it's sun and stars alight-
oh, never shall it's shining field
be dimmed by tyrant's might!
beautiful land of love, o land of light
in thine embrace 'tis rapture to lie,
but it is glory ever , when thou art wronged,
for us , thy sons to suffer and die.
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