New Zealand

Rising up from steaming pools,
And fresh, the mountain air,
A people stand united solely
For a purpose grand and fair,

To be of joy-filled promise,
To live without a care
For yesterday, come what may,
To be, and centered there.

A Spirit proud is called,
To echo so the Name
Of the One who will be seen,
When all of every flame

Is lit at once in unison,
To show the way thus home,
So He can be, so we can save
Our Souls from lonely tomb.