Let love and hope prevail, the gentle Lord's command,
exiled for long years, long years spent apart.
'tis time for celebration, the loyal brethren demand,
spread goodwill and joy - into every beating heart.

"Let the lights burn fiery bright, as a symbol,
the defeat of evil and the triumph of good."
Thus it stands, for eons, the mighty Lord's fable,
the raging storms of time, it has withstood.

Celebrating every happy memory, beneath His holy hand,
men and women of every race, across the Lord's land.