God bless our native land;

Firm may she ever stand

Through storm and night:

When the wild tempests rave.

Ruler of wind and wave,

Do thou our country save

By thy great might.

For her our prayers shall rise

To God, above the skies;

On him we wait;

Thou who art ever nigh,

Guarding with watchful eye,

To thee aloud we cry,

God save the state!

Amen.