Brothers, when our broken cities hollowed dreams

Do fall, and cannot seem to rise again

When generations yet unknown

Must eat the fruit of what we’ve sown

Now is the time!

Sisters, the strident bitter voices now

Would shout, and drive our better angels out

We struggle seeking what to do

Not one of us knows all the truth

Now is the time!

So rise, with strength of will and hope of hand

Unfurl, the patient virtue of our land

Share the burdens do your part

Bow your head and lift your heart

Now is the time!

Share the burdens do your part

Bow your head and lift your heart

Now is the time!