NATIONAL.

Swell the anthem, raise the song, Praises to our God belong; Saints and angels join to sing Praises to the heavenly King. Blessings from His liberal hand Flow around this happy land. Kept by Him, no foes annoy; Peace and freedom we enjoy. 2. Here, beneath a peaceful sway, May we cheerfully obey; Never feel oppression’s rod, Ever own and worship God. Hark! the voice of nature sings Praises to the King of kings; Let us join the choral song And the grateful notes prolong.

O bless, Thou heavenly Potentate, With wisdom, strength, the powers of state, That wrong and violence may cease And Church and home abide in peace. 2. Bless rich and poor, the great and small, Both friend and foe; Lord, bless Thou all The family on earth in love And fit all for Thy home above. 3. Thus, with Thy blessing on each hand, Will peace and plenty fill the land And righteousness spring from the earth And life below have higher worth. 4. All praise to Thee, O King of kings, Whose grace to us such blessings brings; Thee, with the Father, we adore, And Holy Ghost, forevermore.

What our Father does is well: Blessed truth His children tell! Though He send, for plenty, want, Though the harvest-store be scant, Yet we rest upon His love, Seeking better things above. 2. What our Father does is well: Shall the wilful heart rebel If a blessing He withhold In the field or in the fold? Is He not Himself to be All our store eternally? 3. What our Father does is well: Though He sadden hill and dell, Upward yet our praises rise For the strength His Word supplies. He has called us sons of God; Can we murmur at His rod? 4. What our Father does is well: May the thought within us dwell; Though nor milk nor honey flow In our barren Canaan now, God can save us in our need, God can bless us, God can feed. 5. Therefore unto Him we raise Hymns of glory, songs of praise. To the Father and the Son And the Spirit, Three in One, Honor, might, and glory be Now and through eternity.

Lord, while for all mankind we pray, Of every clime and coast, Oh, hear us for our native land, The land we love the most! 2. Oh, guard our shores from every foe, With peace our borders bless, With prosperous times our cities crown, Our fields with plenteousness! 3. Unite us in the sacred love Of knowledge, truth, and Thee; And let our hills and valleys shout The songs of liberty. 4. Here may religion, pure and mild, Smile on our Sabbath hours And piety and virtue bless The home of us and ours. 5. Lord of the nations, thus to Thee Our country we commend; Be Thou her Refuge and her Trust, Her everlasting Friend.

Almighty Lord, before Thy throne Thy mourning people bend; ’Tis on Thy grace in Christ alone Our failing hopes depend. 2. Dark judgments from Thy heavy hand Thy dreadful power display; Yet mercy spares our guilty land, And still we live to pray. 3. How changed, alas! are truths divine For error, guilt, and shame! What impious numbers, bold in sin, Disgrace the Christian name! 4. O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord! Convert us by Thy grace; Then shall our hearts obey Thy Word And see again Thy face. 5. Then, should oppressing foes invade, We will not yield to fear, Secure of all-sufficient aid, When God in Christ is near.

To Thee, our God, we fly For mercy and for grace; Oh, hear our lowly cry And hide not Thou Thy face! O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand And guard and bless our Fatherland. 2. Arise, O Lord of hosts, Be jealous for Thy name, And drive from out our coasts The sins that put to shame. O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand And guard and bless our Fatherland. 3. Thy best gifts from on high In rich abundance pour That we may magnify And praise Thee more and more. O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand And guard and bless our Fatherland. 4. The powers ordained by Thee With heavenly wisdom bless; May they Thy servants be And rule in righteousness. O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand And guard and bless our Fatherland. 5. The Church of Thy dear Son Inflame with love’s pure fire; Bind her once more in one And life and truth inspire. O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand And guard and bless our Fatherland.

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!