Praise to our God
whose bounteous hand
Prepared of old our glorious land;
A garden fenced with silver sea;
A people prosperous
strong
and free.
Praise to our God; through all our past
His mighty arm hath held us fast;
Till wars and perils
toils and tears
Have brought the rich and peaceful years.
Praise to our God; the vine He set
Within our coasts is fruitful yet;
On many a shore her offshoots grow;
’Neath many a sun her clusters glow.
Praise to our God; His power alone
Can keep unmoved our ancient throne
Sustained by counsels wise and just
And guarded by a people’s trust.
Praise to our God
who still forbears
Who still this sinful nation spares
Who calls us still to seek His face
And lengthens out our day of grace.
Praise to our God; through chastenings stern
Our evil dross should thoroughly burn
His rod and staff
from age to age
Shall rule and guide His heritage!