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Lift Every Voice and Sing (text)
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Lift Every Voice and Sing (text)

James Weldon Johnson, 1900

James Weldon Johnson's 1900 hymn, set to music by his brother John Rosamond Johnson. Adopted as the Black National Anthem by the NAACP in 1919. Three stanzas of memory, struggle, and the demand to be remembered when the present is past.

Editorial commentary

'Lift Every Voice and Sing' was written by James Weldon Johnson and set to music by his brother John Rosamond Johnson in 1900. It was first performed on February 12 of that year by five hundred schoolchildren at the segregated Stanton School in Jacksonville, Florida, on the birthday of Abraham Lincoln. The song was adopted by the NAACP as the 'Negro National Anthem' in 1919.

James Weldon Johnson (1871-1938) and his brother John Rosamond Johnson (1873-1954) composed 'Lift Every Voice and Sing' in 1900 for performance at the segregated Stanton School in Jacksonville, Florida, where James Weldon Johnson was principal. James Weldon Johnson later served as executive secretary of the NAACP from 1920 to 1930, published the first anthology of African-American poetry in 1922, and produced the 1912 novel The Autobiography of an Ex-Colored Man.

The song's three stanzas trace a specific historical and political arc. The first is celebratory: it addresses the moment of freedom and the political possibility the moment opened. The second is memorial: it acknowledges the long and violent history of slavery and the labor of preceding generations. The third is prayerful: it addresses God in petition for continued guidance through the uncertain political conditions ahead.

The structure is deliberate. The song is a piece of public-religious oratory that performs a specific argument about how the African-American population should hold the relationship between the moment of emancipation, the longer history that preceded it, and the political future the post-emancipation period was making. The song operates as a parallel anthem within the African-American population — performing at Black public events, in Black church services, at Black political rallies, in Black educational ceremonies — and the parallel performance is itself a piece of political work.

The song has been recorded by major figures across the American musical tradition — Marian Anderson, Ray Charles, Aretha Franklin, Beyoncé, the Howard University Choir — and the recording history is itself a piece of cultural history. The recordings span the period from the 1930s to the present and trace the shifting positions of African-American music in the broader American cultural and political order. The song's continued performance, more than a century after its composition, is evidence of the durability of the analytical and political work the song was constructed to do.

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Lift ev'ry voice and sing,
'Til earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.

Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on 'til victory is won.

Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?

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