God Bless Our Native Land (Brooks)

God bless our na­tive land!

Firm may she ev­er stand

Through storm and night!

When the wild tem­pests rave

Ruler of wind and wave

Father Eter­nal

save

Us by Thy might!

Lo! our hearts’ pray­ers arise

Into the up­per skies

Regions of light!

He who hath heard each sigh

Watches each weep­ing eye:

He is for­ev­er nigh

Venger of right.

Not for this land alone

But be God’s mer­cies shown

From shore to shore;

And may the na­tions see

That men should bro­thers be

And form one fam­ily

The wide world o’er.