This flag is not a shrine to man,
But of gratitude for grace God gave us!
In recognition of the plan,
His providence has laid before us!
Because those blessed are ever debtors!
To loose the bonds and break the fetters,
Of other men still in the snare
Of famines sore or despots lair!
For if we shine our light abroad,
And if our feet are ever shod,
With good news that graces all,
And never joys when others fall,
We will not lose the smile of God!
Liberation has its deadly cost,
And so some stripes are red!
But let us keep the white of principles,
That vindicate our dead!
Then like a beacon in the night,
Each star will ever shine its light,
To make the blue of mankind’s plight,
A sea of hope, that someday right,
Will triumph in the hearts of men,
And make the torch of freedom bright!