Happy the City

Happy the ci­ty

where their sons

Like pil­lars round a pal­ace set

And daugh­ters bright as pol­ished stones

Give strength and beau­ty to the state.

Happy the coun­try

where the sheep

The cat­tle

corn

have large in­crease;

Where men se­cure­ly work or sleep

Nor sons of plun­der break the peace.

Happy the na­tion thus en­dowed

But more di­vine­ly blest are those

On whom the all-suf­fi­cient God

Himself with all His grace be­stows.