God! scorch’d by battle-fires we stand,
Before thee on thy throne of snows;
But, Father! in this silent land,
We seek no refuge nor repose:
We ask, and shall not ask in vain—
“Give us our heritage again!”

Thy winds are ice-bound on the sea;
Thine eagle hides till storms are past;
Lord! when those moaning winds are free,
When eagles mount upon the blast,
O! breathe upon our icy chain,
“And float our Poland’s flag again!”

’Twas for thy cause we once were strong;
Thou wilt not doom that cause to death!
O God! our struggle has been long;
Thou wilt not quench our glimm’ring faith!
Thou wilt not let us pray in vain—
“Give us our heritage again!”