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!