O Cameroon , Thou Cradle of our Fathers, Holy Shrine where in our
midst they now repose, Their tears and blood and sweat thy soil did water, On thy
hills and valleys once their tillage rose. Dear Fatherland, thy worth no tongue
can tell! How can we ever pay thy due? Thy welfare we will win in toil and love
and peace, Will be to thy name ever true!
Land of Promise, land of Glory! Thou, of life and joy, our only
store! Thine be honour, thine devotion, And deep endearment, for evermore...