The Star-Spangled Banner
O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
⁠What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
⁠O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
⁠O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

I Hear America Singing
I hear America singing of its greatness.
I hear America singing strong.
I hear America singing of its beauty.
I hear America singing today.

Oh, walk together, children.
Don’t you get weary.
Talk together, children.
Don’t you get weary.
There’s a great camp meeting in the Promised Land.
Sing together, children.
Don’t you get weary.
Shout together children.
Don’t you get weary.
There’s a great camp meeting in the Promised Land.

We’re going to sing of truth and love.
Walk together hand in hand together in peace.
We’re going to sing and never tire.
There’s a great camp meeting in the Promised Land.
And America’s singing!

The Testament of Freedom: 1. The God who gave us life
The God who gave us life gave us liberty at the same time; the hand of force may destroy but cannot disjoin them.

The Testament of Freedom: 4. I shall not die without a hope
I shall not die without a hope that light and liberty are on steady advance… And even should the cloud of barbarism and despotism again obscure the science and liberties of Europe, this country remains to preserve and restore light and liberty to them…The flames kindled on the 4th of July, 1776, have spread over too much of the globe to be extinguished by the feeble engines of despotism; on the contrary, they will consume these engines and all who work them. The God who gave us life gave us liberty at the same time; the hand of force may destroy but cannot disjoin them.

Hymn for America
We have loved you for your rivers,
We have loved you for your shores.
Every treasure you have shown us,
Every seed that you have sown;
We have loved you for your mountains,
For your prairies, for your fields,
All these gifts we have been given,
All these glories that we share;
Now we thank you for these blessings,
We, your people, everywhere.

Many are the stars of heaven,
Many are the hopes of earth;
All around us worlds unfolding,
All around these dreams to grow.
From the moment of our rising
‘Till we rest when day is done,
May we tell our hearts’ own story,
Hearts that honor and believe,
Through our care for one another,
For this life and land we love.

Song of Democracy
An old man’s thoughts of school
An old man’s gathering youthful memories and
Blooms that youth itself cannot

Now only do I know You
O fair auroral skies – O morning dew upon the grass!

And these I see, these sparkling eyes
These stores of mystic meaning, these young lives
Building, equipping like a fleet of ships, immortal ships
Soon to sail out over the measureless seas
On the soul’s voyage

Only a lot of boys and girls?
Only the tiresome spelling, writing, ciphering classes?
Only a public school?
Ah more, infinitely more

And you America
Cast you the real reckoning for your present?
The lights and shadows of your future, good or evil?
To girlhood, boyhood look, the teacher and the school

Sail, Sail thy best, ship of Democracy
Of value is thy freight, ’tis not the present only
The Past is also stored in thee
Thou holdest not the venture of thyself alone
Not of thy Western continent alone
Earth’s resume entire floats on thy keel, O ship
Is steadied by thy spars
With thee Time voyages in trust, the antecedent
Nations sink or swim with thee
With all their ancient struggles, martyrs, heroes
Epics, wars, thou bear’st the other continents
Theirs, theirs as much as thine, the destination –
Port triumphant;
Steer then with good strong hand and wary eye
O helmsman, thou carriest great companions
Venerable priestly Asia sails this day with thee
And royal feudal Europe sails with thee
And royal feudal Europe sails with thee

America, the Beautiful
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress,
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!

O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country love
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And every gain divine!

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years,
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

This is My Country
What difference if I hail from North or South
Or from the East or West?
My heart is filled with love
For all of these.
I only know I swell with pride
And deep within my breast
I thrill to see Old Glory
Paint the breeze.

This is my country, land of my birth.
This is my country, grandest on earth.
I pledge thee my allegiance, 
For this is my country, to have and to hold.

With hand upon my heart, I thank the Lord
For this, my native land,
For all I love is here
Within her gates
My soul is rooted deeply in the soil
On which I stand,
For these are mine, my own United States!

This is my country, land of my choice.
This is my country, hear my proud voice.
I pledge thee my allegiance, 
For this is my country, to have and to hold.

My Country, ‘Tis of Thee
My country, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From every mountainside
Let freedom ring!

My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom’s song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

Our fathers’ God, to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom’s holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King.

Lift Every Voice and Sing
Lift every voice and sing, ’til earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise high as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.

Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on ’til victory is won.

Stony the road we trod, bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat, have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?

We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past, ’til now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

God of our weary years, God of our silent tears,
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who has by Thy might led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.

Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand, may we forever stand,
True to our God, true to our native land.

Saints Bound for Heaven
Our bondage it shall end, by and by, by and by,
Our bondage it shall end, by and by;
From Egypt’s yoke set free;
Hail the glorious jubilee,
And to Canaan we’ll return, by and by, by and by,
And to Canaan we’ll return, by and by.

Our deliverer he shall come, by and by, by and by,
Our deliverer he shall come, by and by;
And our sorrows have an end,
With our three-score years and ten,
And vast glory crown the day, by and by, by and by,
And vast glory crown the day, by and by.

And when to Jordan’s floods, we are come, we are come,
And when to Jordan’s floods, we are come;
Jehovah rules the tide,
And the waters he’ll divide,
And the ransomed host shall shout, we are come, we are come,
And the ransomed host shall shout, we are come.

Then with all the happy throng, we’ll rejoice, we’ll rejoice,
Then with all the happy throng, we’ll rejoice;
Shouting glory to our King,
Till the vaults of heaven ring,
And through all eternity we’ll rejoice, we’ll rejoice,
And through all eternity we’ll rejoice.

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Come, thou fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing thy grace.
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount, I’m fixed upon it, mount of thy redeeming love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer, hither by thy help I come,
And I hope by thy good pleasure safely to arrive at home.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love.
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above.

Jesus sought me when a stranger wandering from the fold of God.
He, to rescue me from danger, interposed His precious blood.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love.
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above.

O to grace, how great a debtor, daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness like a fetter bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love.
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above.
Seal it for thy courts above.

The Promise of Living
The promise of living with hope and thanksgiving
is born of our loving our friends and our labor.

The promise of growing with faith and with knowing
is born of our sharing our love with our neighbor.

For many a year we’ve known these fields and known all the work that makes them yield.
Are you ready to lend a hand? We’ll bring in the harvest, the blessings of harvest.

We plant each row with seeds of grain, and Providence sends us the sun and the rain.
By lending a hand, by lending an arm, bring out from the farm,
bring out the blessings of harvest.

Give thanks there was sunshine, give thanks there was rain.
Give thanks we have hands to deliver the grain.
Come join us in thanking the Lord for his blessing.
O let us be joyful. O let us be grateful to the Lord for His blessing.

The promise of ending in right understanding
is peace in our own hearts and peace with our neighbor.

O let us sing our song, and let our song be heard.
Let’s sing our song with our hearts, and find a promise in that song.
The promise of living.
The promise of growing.
The promise of ending is labor and sharing our loving.