Goodly were thy tents, O Is­ra­el,
Spread along the ri­ver’s side;
Bright thy star, which rose pro­phet­ic,
Herald of do­min­ion wide;
Fairer are the homes of free­men,
Scattered o’er our broad do­main;
Brighter is our ris­ing day­star,
Ushering in a pur­er reign.

Welcome to the glo­ri­ous free­dom,
Which our fa­thers hi­ther brought;
Welcome to the price­less trea­sure,
Which with con­stant faith they sought!
See, from ev­ery na­tion ga­ther­ing,
Swarming my­ri­ads throng our coasts,
Hear, with stea­dy steps ad­vanc­ing,
Ceaseless tread of count­less hosts.

God of na­tions! Our pre­serv­er,
Hear our pray­ers, our coun­sels bless;
Lift o’er all Thy ra­di­ant ban­ner,
On these souls Thy love im­press;
From Thy throne of end­less bless­ing
O’er our land Thy Spi­rit pour;
In the gran­deur of Thine em­pire
Reign su­preme from shore to shore.