Full Lyrics
1. Now be still, ye boisterous passions,
Every soul be hushed in peace;
Look, your goddess takes her station,
Mark the beauties of her face.
2. From her lips, in sounds melodious,
Gentle accents sweetly flow;
Listen then, Columbians, listen;
Mark her words she speaks to you.
3. Hail, Columbia! happy nation,
If your happiness you know;
While you follow after virtue,
And the paths of peace pursue.
