From Sea to Shining Sea (Finale)

Past Virginia down from Maine
It's a rolling wild terrain
Three thousand miles of shore
Just like three thousand years before

Then the hills begin to rise
Like they almost touch the skies
From the flat black delta land
To the singing Kansas sand

Down from the desert heat I see
Keeping it ours forever free
From sea to shining sea

God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good
With brotherhood
From sea to shining sea