A nation's breath beneath the burning sun, Where hope and weary prayers are spun. We lay the United States, our home, our fray, Upon this altar at the close of day. The Sacred Heart of Jesus Christ we invoke, To heal the heavy chains of every yoke, Inviting grace to mend the fractured land, And guide us with a firm, compassionate hand. Asking that hope be more than passing light, But strength to pull us from the edge of night, To trade our pride for peace that will not cease,