1 Wake, O strangely favored nation!
Wake, O land of hopes sublime!
Heed the heralds of salvation;
Grasp thy God’s accepted time;
Bow before the King of glory;
Weep the sins that curse thy days;
Tell thy vast domain His story;
Bid thy millions shout His praise.

2 Ye who freedom’s joys inherit,
Children of heroic sires,
Humbly plead the Savior’s merit,
Stir afresh your altar fires!
Holy work for God contriving,
Pardon, light and strength implore,
Lest the Spirit cease His striving
And your day of grace be o’er.

3 Mingled sons of distant races,
Finding here what home may be;
Fugitives from earth’s far places,
Christ can make you truly free.
Quickened minds for truth hard pressing,
Sons of toil to affluence brought;
Lo, the Gospel’s richer blessing,
Life eternal, passing thought!

4 With the Christly love that pities
Souls enslaved in error’s chains;
Bring your gold, ye teeming cities!
Bring your ripening fruits, ye plains!
Riches, honor, glory, blessing,
Give to Jesus more and more;
Till, each home and heart possessing,
He shall reign from shore to shore.