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 aloud we cry,
God save the State!
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First Line: | God bless our native land! |
Meter: | 6, 6, 4, 6, 6, 6, 4 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | National |