Our na­tion, God,
Its heart to Thee up­rais­eth,
O Lord, the na­tion
Bows be­fore Thy face:
With high thanks­giv­ing,
Thee Thy glad Church prais­eth,
Our strength Thy Spir­it,
Our trust and hope Thy grace.

Unto great hon­or,
Glory un­de­serv­èd,
Hast Thou ex­alt­ed
Us, and drawn Thee nigh:
Nor, from Thy judg­ments,
When our feet had swerv­èd,
Didst Thou for­sake,
Nor leave us, Lord most high.

In Thee our fa­thers
Trusted, and were sav­èd,
In Thee de­stroy­èd
Thrones of ty­rants proud:
From an­cient bond­age
Freed the poor en­slav­èd;
To sow Thy truth
Poured out their saint­ly blood.

Us now, we pray,
O God, in an­ger scorn not,
Nor to vain­glo­ry­ing
Leave, nor brut­ish sense
In time of trou­ble
Thy face from us turn not,
Who art our rock,
Our state­ly sure de­fense.

Unto our minds give
Freedom and up­right­ness;
Let strength­ened cour­age
Lead o’er land and wave,
To our souls’ ar­mor
Grant ce­les­tial bright­ness,
Joy to our hearts,
And faith be­yond the grave.

Our plen­te­ous na­tion
Still in pow­er ex­tend­ing,
Increase our joy,
Uphold us by Thy Word:
Beauty and wis­dom
All our ways at­tend­ing,
Good will to man
And peace through Christ our Lord.