Lord, while for all man­kind we pray,
Of ev­ery clime and coast,
O hear us for our na­tive land,
The land we love the most.

Our fa­thers’ se­pul­chers are here,
And here our kin­dred dwell:
Our child­ren, too—how should we love
Another land so well?

O guard our shores from ev­ery foe;
With peace our bor­ders bless;
With pros­per­ous times our ci­ties crown,
Our fields with plen­teous­ness.

Unite us in the sac­red love
Of know­ledge, truth, and Thee;
And let our hills and val­leys shout
The songs of li­ber­ty.

Here may re­li­gion, pure and mild,
Upon our Sab­baths smile;
And pi­ety and vir­tue reign,
And bless our na­tive isle.

Lord of the na­tions, thus to Thee
Our coun­try we com­mend;
Be Thou her refuge and her trust,
Her ev­er­last­ing friend.