A nation rises on the wings of right,
Where justice flows like streams through verdant lands,
Its people bound by honor’s sacred might,
Their hearts aligned with virtue’s high commands.
Exalted high, the righteous banner waves,
A beacon bright through time’s unyielding tide,
For in its soil no root of evil craves,
But truth and grace in harmony reside.
Yet sin, a stain, brings shame to any shore,
A creeping blight that humbles proudest kin,
Its whispers turn abundance to deplore,
And cast reproach where glory might have been.
So stands the choice: to rise or fall apart,
It thrives when Christ reigns first in every heart.