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.

2 For her our prayer 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!