'Mid the murmuring pines and the hemlocks,

Adown by the eastern sea ;
'Mid the tapering tamaracs, tossing

Their wide arms wild and free,
Throbs the sound of our nation's music :

The startling slogan's ring :
An infant nation awakens,

And a people stands up to sing.

O, wonderful congregation,

That rises from reverent knee,
To sound the song of a nation

And chant the hymn of the free !
The song of the free is rolling

And booming between our coasts ;
The chant of an infant people

Is led by the Lord of Hosts.

O, wonderful congregation,

Who rise in their temple broad,
To thunder a freeman's anthem

Their fathers had learned from God.
The tapering tamaracs tremble ;

The far-away prairies ring
When the song of freedom is sounded,

And a people stands up to sing.

Let traitors hark to the music :
Let rebels list to the song

That rolls, with the sound of thunder,

Our measureless coasts along.
Let the hills and fields of our nation

With our patriot anthem ring-
It 's a glorious congregation

When a nation stands up to sing.