What is the theme of freedom?
Is this so?
Can freedom be these,
The good things in life?
Or is freedom more?
Is freedom the blood with which it is bought?
Is freedom the evils which our men have suffered
To bring it to us?
Sung through the ages,
For happiness dearly bought.
Is a hymn of praise
To the God who smiled on us,
And gave us America.
Is life, earned by death.
It is love, in power,
Spurned by the hate of the centuries.
It is contentment, with the shouts of thanksgiving,
For all God has blessed us with.
Praise, joy, love,
Should be the song on our tongues always:
Thanksgiving to God for this privilege,