1. God bless our native land;
firm may she ever stand
thro' storm and night!
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
do thou our country save
by thy great might.

2. For her our prayers shall rise
to God above the skies;
on whom we wait.
Thou who art ever nigh,
guarding with watchful eye,
to thee aloud we cry:
God save the state!