Then, my heart tight in my chest pulsed with uncanny speed in my ears at the opening phrase, Eh Ihowa Ahtua. Nerves jangling and muscles taut, I tried to sing. My body on fire, only a squawk squeezed from my constricted throat. I ranged my eyes over the sea of faces looking down on the oval. A tingle of doubt wormed its way so I averted my eyes and stared at the ground. Exhilaration dampened and a sudden fear that I would not perform gripping, tears trickled down my cheeks. I raked them and doubt away and concentrated on the ground until the closing phrase of our anthem, 'Make her praises heard afar.' "Yes," I mumbled. My mind cleared of niggling doubts. "Our praises will be heard afar."