T. J. Flanagan in the Atlanta Independent, March 21, 1908

(Tune: America)

My home, sweet Africa’s hills,
My heart with rapture it fills
To think of thee.
Thy holy laws I sing,
Wisdom and justice cling,
Thy bells of welcome ring
Over the sea.

There prejudice is unknown,
The good seed there is sown
For you and me;
O’er America’s lofty plain,
Why we today retain,
When manhood we can gain
Over the sea.

Where natives far and near,
With voices loud and clear,
In happy glee:
Come join our happy band,
King Jesus leads the van
To that bright, glorious land
Over the sea.

Liberia’s shores we’ll reach,
The natives there we’ll teach,
That pleaseth me;
If my word you will heed,
By Jesus you’ve been freed,
You shall be free indeed
Over the sea.

Old Africa’s shores we’ll blend,
Enjoy the rights of men
With freedom’s key.
With joy our hearts would leap,
A great reward we’ll reap,
As civilization peep
Over the sea.

Glory to God and host,
The Son and Holy Ghost,
And let it be;
Our God will heed our cries,
Let every nation rise,
Send praise beyond the skies.
Over the se.