God, we enter our last fight;
Thou dost see our cause is right;
Make us march now in Thy sight
on to victory!

All the agony of years,
All the horrors, all the fears.
Martyr's blood, survivors tears,
Now we offer Thee.
As an endless holocaust
For the freedom, we have lost,
God restore it tho' the cost
Greater still must be;
Let Thy grace attend our host,
Give us victory.

See, we open our own hearts,
Every wrong that in them smarts;
Every secret pain that starts,
We, too, offer Thee;
Every dearest hope's decrease
Every fear that rocks our peace.
Every cross with pain's increase,
Burthened tho' we be;
Sacrifice that shall not cease
Till our land be free.

Thou holdest freedom in Thy hand;
Thou canst liberate our land;
Hear us; yield our one demand-
Ireland's liberty.
We ask not her chains tro rive
And the sacred deed survive,
That we may rejoice alive
Im her victory;
We but ask that she shall thrive,
And rest our fate with Thee.

We know not what must befall
Marching at our country's call;
Make us strong who must yield all
That she may not die.
Those who will survive the fight,
Still attend them with Thy Light,
Thou our hope in darkest night
Then our guardian be,
And hold our dear land in Thy sight
Erect, firm and free.