Great and Fair Is She

Great and fair is she

our land

High of heart and strong of hand;

Dawn is on her fore­head still

In her veins youth’s ar­rowy thrill.

Hers are riches

might and fame;

All the earth re­sounds her name;

In her road­steads na­vies ride:

Hath she need of aught be­side?

Power un­seen

be­fore whose eyes

Nations fall and na­tions rise

Grant she climb not to her goal

All-for­get­ful of the soul!

Firm in hon­or be she found

Justice-armed and mer­cy-crowned

Blest in la­bor

blest in ease

Blest in noise­less cha­ri­ties.

Unenslaved by things that must

Yield full soon to moth and rust

Let her hold a light on high

Men un­born may tra­vel by.

Mightier still she then shall stand

Molded by Thy sec­ret hand

Power eter­nal

at whose call

Nations rise and na­tions fall.