1 Praise, happy land! Jehovah's name;
His goodness, and thy bliss proclaim:
For thee each blessing largely flows,
That freedom's lib'ral hand bestows.
2 Thy children are secure and bless'd;
Thy shores have peace, thy cities rest;
He feeds thy sons with finest wheat,
And adds his blessing to their meat.
3 Thy changing seasons he ordains,
Thine early and thy latter rains;
His flakes of snow like wool he sends,
And well the springing corn defends.
4 But he hath nobler works and ways,
To call his people to his praise:
To all our land his laws are shown;
His gospel's through the nation known.
Source: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #436
|First Line:||Praise, happy land, Jehovah's name|