God Bless our Native Land

 God bless our native land;  Firm may she ever stand

             Through storm and nigh.  When the wild tempests rave,

             Ruler of wind and wave,  Do Thou our country save

             By Thy great might.

So shall our prayers arise To God above the skies;

On Him we wait.  Thou who are ever nigh,

Guarding with watch-ful eye,  To Thee aloud we cry:

God save the state!