Almighty Sovereign of the skies,

To thee let songs of gladness rise,

Each grateful heart its tribute bring,

And every voice thy goodness sing.

2 From thee our choicest blessings flow,

Life, health and strength, thy hands bestow;

The daily good thy creatures share,

Springs from thy providential care.

3 The rich profusion nature yields,

The harvest waving o’er the fields,

The cheering light, refreshing shower,

Are gifts from thy exhaustless store.

4 At thy command the vernal bloom

Revives the world from winter’s gloom;

The summer’s heat the fruit matures,

And autumn all her treasures pours.

Thanks be to him who built the hills;

Thanks be to him the streams who fills;

Thanks be to him who lights each star

That sparkles in the blue afar.

2 Thanks be to him who makes the morn,

And bids it glow with beams new-born;

Who draws the shadows of the night,

Like curtains, o’er our wearied sight.

3 Thanks be to him who sheds abroad,

Within our hearts, the love of God—

The spirit of all truth and peace,

Fountain of joy and holiness.

Peace! the welcome sound proclaim;

Dwell with rapture on the theme;

Loud, still louder swell the strain;

Peace on earth, good-will to men!

2 Breezes! whispering soft and low,

Gently murmur as ye blow,

Now, when war and discord cease,

Praises to the God of peace.

3 Ocean’s billows, far and wide

Rolling in majestic pride!

Loud, still louder swell the strain;

Peace on earth! good-will to men.

Let every heart rejoice and sing;

Let choral anthems rise;

Ye reverend men, and children, bring

To God your sacrifice;

For he is good—the Lord is good,

And kind are all his ways;

With songs and honors sounding loud,

The Lord Jehovah praise;

While the rocks and the rills,

While the vales and the hills,

A glorious anthem raise,

Let each prolong the grateful song,

And the God of our fathers praise.

2 He bids the sun to rise and set;

In heaven his power is known;

And earth, subdued to him, shall yet

Bow low before his throne;

For he is good—the Lord is good,

And kind are all his ways, etc.

Praise to God, immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days!

Bounteous source of every joy,

Let thy praise our tongues employ.

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.

2 For her our prayer 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!

My country! ’tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

2 My native country! thee,

Land of the noble free,

Thy name I love;

I love thy rocks and rills,

Thy woods and templed hills,

My heart with rapture thrills,

Like that above.

3 Let music swell the breeze,

And ring from all the trees

Sweet freedom’s song;

Let mortal tongues awake,

Let all that breathes partake,

Let rocks their silence break,

The sound prolong.

4 Our father’s God! to thee,

Author of liberty!

To thee we sing;

Long may our land be bright

With freedom’s holy light;

Protect us by thy might,

Great God, our King.

Praise the Lord! ye heavens, adore him;

Praise him, angels in the hight;

Sun and moon, rejoice before him;

Praise him, all ye stars of light!

2 Praise the Lord—for he hath spoken;

Worlds his mighty voice obeyed;

Laws which never shall be broken,

For their guidance he hath made.

God of mercy, do thou never

From our offering turn away,

But command a blessing ever

On the memory of this day.

2 Light and peace do thou ordain it;

O’er it be no shadow flung;

Let no deadly darkness stain it,

And no clouds be o’er it hung.

3 May the song this people raises,

And its vows to thee addressed,

Mingle with the prayers and praises

That thou hearest from the blest.

4 When the lips are cold that sing thee,

And the hearts that love thee, dust,

Father, then our souls shall bring thee

Holier love and firmer trust.