Our Nation, God, Its Heart to Thee Upraiseth

Our na­tion

God

Its heart to Thee upraiseth

O Lord

the na­tion

Bows be­fore Thy face:

With high thanks­giv­ing

Thee Thy glad Church prais­eth

Our strength Thy Spir­it

Our trust and hope Thy grace.

Unto great hon­or

Glory un­de­serv­èd

Hast Thou ex­alt­ed

Us

and drawn Thee nigh:

Nor

from Thy judg­ments

When our feet had swerv­èd

Didst Thou for­sake

Nor leave us

Lord most high.

In Thee our fa­thers

Trusted

and were sav­èd

In Thee de­stroy­èd

Thrones of ty­rants proud:

From an­cient bond­age

Freed the poor en­slav­èd;

To sow Thy truth

Poured out their saint­ly blood.

Us now

we pray

O God

in an­ger scorn not

Nor to vain­glo­ry­ing

Leave

nor brut­ish sense

In time of trou­ble

Thy face from us turn not

Who art our rock

Our state­ly sure de­fense.

Unto our minds give

Freedom and up­right­ness;

Let strength­ened cour­age

Lead o’er land and wave

To our souls’ ar­mor

Grant ce­les­tial bright­ness

Joy to our hearts

And faith be­yond the grave.

Our plen­te­ous na­tion

Still in pow­er ex­tend­ing

Increase our joy

Uphold us by Thy Word:

Beauty and wis­dom

All our ways at­tend­ing

Good will to man

And peace through Christ our Lord.