When sorrows are befallen And shadows darken her door When the fever spreads and a silent scourge Outshines her golden shores When a cry for comfort reaches forth Like you've never heard before Pray for America Our promised land America, to thee May God's hand outreach Lord, have mercy on America When the tears just keep falling And the glory light's gone dim And the barren ground is full of holes We hasten to fill in When the firmest faith is shaken fast By a fear that's creeping in Pray for America Our promised land America, to thee May God's hand outreach Lord, have mercy on America Where the peaceful hour is broken By the pounding tumult quake And all is torn asunder What we thought could never break Well, all your saints come marching Through hell for heaven's sake Pray for America Our promised land America, to thee May God's hand outreach Lord, have mercy on America Oh, pray for America God, set Your grace on thee