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.