March on, Bahamaland

Lift up your head to the rising sun, Bahamaland,March on to glory, your bright banners waving high,See how the world marks the manner of your bearing;Pledge to excel thro' love and unity.Pressing onward, march together, to a common loftier goal;Steady sunward tho' the weather hide the wide and treacherous shoal.Lift up your head to the rising sun, Bahamaland,'til the road you've trod lead unto your God, March on Bahamaland.