I vow to thee my country all earthly things above
Entire and whole and perfect, the sources of thy love
The love that asks no questions, the love that stands the test
That lays upon the alter the dearest and the host.
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price.
The love that makes individuals the final sacrifice.
And there's another country, I have heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know.
We may not count her armies, we may not see her long
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering,
And soul by soul and silently be shining bounds increase
And her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.
