Never is peace complete;
It calls for constant care.
Hail to the lands
From the river to the sea.
Hail to all forebears fair,
Of peoples of the fields,
Who have known peace,
Who have shared prosperity,
Who have lived together
Upon the plains of plenty.
We call upon you, kin of old
Guide and guard your decendants.
Bid welcome the broken, the dead
In a hallowed embrace of healing.
We call upon you, kin of old
Harbour the living with comfort and care,
That they may fare forth in frith
Free of hatred in their hearts.
All we witness moral wrongs.
We see the nameless sorrow,
We hear the cries of mourning
For countless lives cut short.
May every tear of grief
Bear the seed of renewal
And bring harmony again.
Where now woe waxes,
Help us remember humanity,
Compassion and kindness,
That in the light of love
Peace once more may prevail.
Never is peace complete;
It calls for constant care —
To ensure and protect
That every people,
Every person, may freely
Choose their own course.
That justice and respect reign.
That all may truly be free,
And sharing the soil be seen as just.