O Great Pacifica,

The country wide and tall!

From Apalacia, to Cascadia

Thy green bows chart for progress

And her people, a great Hall!

O Great Pacifica,

The country born in fire!

From Red River Valley to Dixie Land

They gleaming fields,

Stewards brave and free require!

O land that bore us brothers all,

To resolve ourselves to life's great call.

Between peril's seas and hardship's ice,

We pledge to you what is just and right.

O Pacifica, to live all our lives,

In the freedom born of wisdom's light.

To return to shores willing to our use,

But the tithe of the pilgrims to god's truth.

To endure your trials as our own,

That we might claim not a crown or throne,

But the natural right of every man;

To live each his life as he understands,

Every day given him as he would and can.

O Pacifica the Great and Grand.