From Hands That Would Our Land Deflower

From hands that would our land de­flow­er

From self­ish greed and grasp­ing pow­er

From will­ful waste of free­dom’s dow­er

From plea­sure’s flood­ing wave;

From all un­rest by en­vy bred

From all as­saults by pas­sion led

From an­ar­chy with ban­ners red

Good Lord

de­fend and save.

Let pow­er and jus­tice side by side

Bring ci­vil peace and ci­vic pride;

Still may the an­cient or­der bide

Of law and li­ber­ty.

Keep firm the bond of bro­ther­hood

Keep green the me­mo­ry of the good

Defend the ram­parts

where they stood

With men who trust in Thee.