1 God bless our native land,
Firm may she ever stand,
Through 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 prayer shall rise
To God above the skies;
On Him we wait:
Thou who art ever nigh,
Guarding with watchful eye,
To Thee alone we cry,
God save the State!
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First Line: | God bless our native land |
Title: | God bless our native land |
Publication Date: | 1909 |
Topic: | The Christian Graces; Love: Our Country |
Notes: | Author from index: Dwight |