From the harbor brightly shining,

The Lady her beacon beams.

To all those tired and weary,

Come to freedom's dream.

And now that freedom threatened,

Revival her only hope,

America, your time has come

 To fulfill your heavenly goal.

From the grandeur of Alaska

To the blue of the Florida Keys,

To the Aloha of the Islands,

From Maine it's plain to see

 Fifty nations it seems 

Do fill your shores

As weary travelers come to seek

  The joy that freedom brings

And to bask beneath your sun.

The cry my heart desires

As one born out of due time,

The burning cry of revival 

From one of your newest sons.

America, America, 

May your eagle soar again

High above the clouds of darkness

Back into His glory once again.

Copyright Rodney Howard-Browne