MIGHT is throned o'er right and justice; law gives place to tyranny;
Truth is meshed in webs of falsehood, with no hand to set her free;
A great nation's name is tarnished, while in chains weeps liberty.
And the Cross high over all! Look ye forth, ye Christian nations, o'er the old earth's lands afar;
Ye of differing race and kindred, guided by the same white star;
Lo! the heavens are rent asunder by Greed's flaming simitar.
And the Cross high over all! Ye who prate of God's great mercy, swords unsheathed in your hands;
Ye who prate of God's great justice, deaf yourselves to its demands;
Ye who prate of God's forgiveness, and stain red the old Nile's sands,
With the Cross high over all! Ye who prate of truth and freedom, for whose life your fathers died!
Ye, the prophets of that freedom, which to-day hangs crucified,
In those far Pacific islands, lapped in empire's blood-red tide,
And the Cross high over all!