O Cameroon, Thou cradle of our fathers,
Holy shrine where 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!

Refrain:
Land of Promise, land of Glory!
Thou, of life and joy our only store!
Thine be honour, thine devotion
And deep endearment, for ever more.