BeBe Winans
BeBe Winans
BeBe Winans
BeBe Winans
BeBe Winans
BeBe Winans
BeBe Winans
BeBe Winans
BeBe Winans
BeBe Winans
Lift every voice and sing, till earth and Heaven ring
Ring with the harmonies of liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise, high as the listening skies
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun
Let us march on till victory is won
Stony the road we trod, bitter the chastening rod
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat, have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered;
Out from the gloomy past, till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast
God of our weary years, God of our silent tears
Thou Who hast brought us thus far on the way;
Thou Who hast by Thy might, led us into the light
Keep us forever in the path, we pray
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee
Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee
Shadowed beneath Thy hand, may we forever stand
True to our God, true to our native land