Hear, Hear, O Ye Nations

Hear

hear

O ye na­tions

and hear­ing

obey

The cry from the past and the call of to­day;

Earth wea­ries and wastes with her fresh life out­poured

The prey of the can­non

the spoil of the sword.

Lo

dawns the new era

trans­cend­ing the old

The po­et’s rapt vi­sion

by pro­phet fore­told;

From war’s grim tra­di­tion it mak­eth ap­peal

To serv­ice of all in a world’s com­mon weal.

And then

O my coun­try

from ma­ny made one

Last born of the na­tions

at morn­ing thy sun

Arise to the place thou art giv­en to fill

And lead the world-tri­umph of peace and good will.