Let There Be Music
Music by Frances Williams
Words by Marjorie Elliott
Let there be music from the fruited plains,
Which yield to the toiler's hand.
Music from the azure skies,
Over a peaceful land.
Let us hear songs of men whose faith has grown,
Tall as the Indian corn.
Songs that breathe a fervent prayer,
For the land where they were born.
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May kindness and forbearance
Make this land a glorious place.
Where each man feels a brotherhood,
Unmarred by creed or race.
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May the songs of man inspire,
Our deeds to be so designed.
That we may glorify our God,
And live to serve mankind.
That we may glorify our God,
And live to serve mankind.
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