written by Jose Palma
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 shore.
Ever within thy skies and through thy clouds
And o’er the hills and seas
Do we behold the radiance, feel the throb, of glorious liberty.
Thy banner dear to all our hearts
Its sun and stars alight –
Oh, never shall its shining filled
Be dimmed by tyrant’s might!
Beautiful and land of love, O 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.