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.