1 God bless our native land,
Firm may she ever stand,
Thro' storm and night;
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do Thou our country save
By Thy great might.
2 For her our prayers shall rise
To God above the skies;
On Him we wait;
Thou who art ever nigh,
Guarding with watchful eye,
To Thee aloud we cry,
God save the State!
Amen.
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First Line: | God bless our native land |
Title: | God Bless Our Native Land |
Publication Date: | 1937 |