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God Bless Our Native Land
1st 5 ll. Rev. Charles T. Brooks, c. 1833: the remainder, Rev. John S. Dwight, 1844· Modern
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Verse 1
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.
Verse 2
For her our prayers 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.