Song | I vow to thee my country |
Artist | Libera |
Album | Angel Voices |
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I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above, | |
entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love: | |
the love that asks no question, the love that stands the test, | |
that lays upon the altar the dearest and the best; | |
the love that never falters, the love that pays the price, | |
the love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice. | |
And there's another country, I've heard of long ago, | |
most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know; | |
we may not count her armies, we may not see her King; | |
her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering; | |
and soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase, | |
and her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace. |
I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above, | |
entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love: | |
the love that asks no question, the love that stands the test, | |
that lays upon the altar the dearest and the best | |
the love that never falters, the love that pays the price, | |
the love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice. | |
And there' s another country, I' ve heard of long ago, | |
most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know | |
we may not count her armies, we may not see her King | |
her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering | |
and soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase, | |
and her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace. |
I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above, | |
entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love: | |
the love that asks no question, the love that stands the test, | |
that lays upon the altar the dearest and the best | |
the love that never falters, the love that pays the price, | |
the love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice. | |
And there' s another country, I' ve heard of long ago, | |
most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know | |
we may not count her armies, we may not see her King | |
her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering | |
and soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase, | |
and her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace. |