America, America God shed his grace on thee We have plastic, we have metal We have iron, we have steel We have food stuffed in our bellies And the plague of sex appeal We are that blessed major power, take all that we can Now we have no yesterday, we even threw that away We have weapons, we have armies We have killers, we have power We have gold stuffed in our pockets This could be the final hour If God you had trusted Your eagle could fly The blood of your soldiers Is this why they died? Spirit of God fall on us Spirit of God fall on us Your flag proudly waving, your colors displayed But your stars are all fading, your banner has frayed Spirit of God fall on us Spirit of God We need kindness, we need goodness We need joy, we need peace We need churches filled with people Who are praying on their knees To that blessed major power who gave His Son to man Now we have Him here today, yesterday and forever! Spirit of God fall on us Spirit of God fall on us Spirit of God, Spirit of God, Spirit of God Fall on us!