America, America
America, America...
The red horizon of the morn,
spreads abroad and adorns,
the face of she called Liberty.
Warms the land, each town and city.
Closely now, turn your ear.
If you listen, you will hear
the breath of God. He calls her
name.
His fingers touch and her He claims.
America, America...
The rustles of the gentle breeze,
touches branch and changing leaves.
Like silken locks, her beauty beams.
And every nation from her gleams.
Ah, the whisper, turn your ear.
Hush and listen, you will hear.
The sigh of God, it can't be missed.
Upon her brow, He has kissed.
America, America...
The lapping waves of ocean scenes,
flowing rivers and lakes and streams.
Mountains high and rolling hills,
song birds singing peaceful trills.
Can you hear it? Turn you ear.
Yes, I promise, you will hear.
God's gentle laughter as He delights
in the land of hope and light.
America, America...
Woe to him who lifts a hand
to strike her from without or in.
On one who seeks to crush the rose,
the thorn will prick a deathly blow.
In the fire you will hear
His anger roar, hot to sear.
Trifle not with unseen power,
or His wrath will make you cower.
America, America...
Remember Him who gave you might.
Turn again unto His light.
See His arms are open wide.
From all danger you can hide.
If you listen, you will hear,
as He calls you to come near.
If you hearken, He will stand,
and fight your battles with His hand.
-- Anna Barton
