Land of the morning, Child of the sun returning, With fervor burning, Thee do our souls adore, Land dear and holy, Cradle of noble heroes, Never shall invaders, Trample thy sacred shore, Ever within thy skies and through thy clouds, And over thy hills and sea, Do we behold the radiance, Feel the throb of glorious liberty, Thy banner, dear to all our hearts, it's suns and stars alight; Oh never shall it's shining field, be dimmed by tyrant's might, Beautiful land of love, Oh land light, in thine embrace, It is rapture to lie, But it is glory ever, When thou art wronged for us, Thy son, To suffer and die.