Land of the morning

Child of the sun returning

With fervor burning

Thee do our souls adore.

Land dear and holy,

Cradle of noble heroes,

Ne'er shall invaders

Trample thy sacred shores.

Ever within thy skies and through thy clouds

And o'er thy hills and seas;

Do we behold thy radiance, feel the throb

Of glorious liberty.

Thy banner dear to all hearts

Its sun and stars alright,

Oh, never shall its shining fields

Be dimmed by tyrants might.

Beautiful land of love, oh land of light,

In thine embrace 'tis rapture to lie;

But it is glory ever when thou art wronged

For us thy sons to suffer and die.

Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva Branco