God bless our native land!Firm may she ever standThrough storm and night!When the wild tempests rave,Ruler of wind and wave,Father Eternal, saveUs by Thy might!
Lo! our hearts’ prayers ariseInto the upper skies,Regions of light!He Who hath heard each sigh,Watches each weeping eye:He is forever nigh,Venger of Right.
Not for this land alone,But be God’s mercies shownFrom shore to shore;And may the nations seeThat men should brothers be,And form one familyThe wide world o’er.
O brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother;Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there;To worship rightly is to love each other,Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.
For he whom Jesus loved has truly spoken:The holier worship which He deigns to blessRestores the lost, and binds the spirit broken,And feeds the widow and the fatherless.
Follow with reverent steps the great exampleOf Him Whose holy work was doing good;So shall the wide earth seem our Father’s temple,Each loving life a psalm of gratitude.
Then shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangorOf wild war music o’er the earth shall cease;Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger,And in its ashes plant the tree of peace.
Bless Thou the gifts our hands have brought;Bless Thou the work our hearts have planned.Ours is the faith, the will, the thought:The rest, O God, is in Thy hand.