A field of BLUE now clouded by dissension and despair,
White Stars that were once OLD GLORIES CROWN, now fallen from the air,
Blood Shed, now RED embarrassment, to those who suffered lost,
One Nation Under God distorted by a broken Cross
This picture some men paint,
It's the FLAG, they claim to see,
But it's NOT the flag I know,
In the Land of the BRAVE and FREE!
For mine eyes have seen the GLORY,
Of the coming of the LORD
And HE'S trampling out HIS VICTORY,
Where these grapes of wrath are stored!
This Nation's still the GREATEST,
Among any foreign lands,
For it's ruled by the KING OF KING'S,
Omnipotent Guiding HAND!
And HE controls all STARS,
And World's beyond degree,
For it was through HIS own shed BLOOD,
This Nation was BORN FREE!
AMERICA, AMERICA,
Wake up rejoice and sing,
Hold your banner HIGH,
Through the power of your KING!
And surely the WORLD will SEE,
You were willing to pay the cost,
That GOD SHED HIS GRACE ON THEE,
And there's still POWER IN THE CROSS! |
