"America decadent!" do you say
Of me who nurtures you, who gave you birth?
In tears you pray for my return to worth?
Rise from your knees. Let your hands keep my hearth
The clean and sacred shrine it was the day
Your nation's reverent fathers knelt to pray
For God to guide their minds, and through them sway
The destiny of freedom on the earth.
You are the banner of the Royal art.
Then clothed in robes of tolerance and grace
Drive "money changers" from my holy place.
From your own eyes bid beams of lust depart
That you may view the Temple in my heart
And see God's image in a brother's face.
