Onward, forever upward, they sail beyond those temporal skies
Beyond our great horizons, beyond the sight of our mortal eyes
Into that vast forever, immortal dreams unfold
For them the end is never, for they are legends old
Courage never failing, though savage, the ill wind blows
Hope that springs eternal, from hearts of love, overflows
Faith that moves the Terra Firma by weak and human souls
Oh Columbia...  Oh Columbia...
Swing down low sweet chariot of fire
Burn this shroud, this bitter sorrow
Arise a whirlwind above this pyre
Fly away, fly away, kiss the face of God
Lift up mine eyes beyond tomorrow
Lift up my soul...  this mean and Earthly clod.

 Stephen Wayne
Oh Columbia
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