2 Teach me to know from whence I rose, And unto what designed; No private aims may I propose, That injure human kind.
3 To hear my country's lawful voice May my best thoughts incline; 'Tis reason's law, 'tis virtue's choice, 'Tis nature's call, and thine.
4 Me from fair freedom's sacred cause May nothing e'er divide; Nor grandeur, gold, nor vain applause, Nor friendship false, misguide.
5 To duty, honor, virtue true, In all my country's weal, Let me my public walk pursue: So, God, thy favor deal.
1 Auspicious morning, hail! Voices from hill and vale Thy welcome sing: Joy on thy dawning breaks; Each heart that joy partakes, While cheerful music wakes, Its praise to bring.
2 Long o'er our native hills, Long by our shaded rills, May freedom rest; Long may our shores have peace, Our flag grace every breeze, Our ships the distant seas, From east to west.
3 Peace on this day abide, From morn till even-tide; Wake tuneful song; Melodious accents raise; Let every heart, with praise, Bring high and grateful lays, Rich, full, and strong.
1 Loud raise the notes of joy; Freemen, your songs employ, As well ye may;-- Let your full hearts go out In the exulting shout, And with your praise devout, Greet this glad day!
2 Children of lisping tongue, Those whose full hearts are young Lift up the song! Manhood and hoary age, Let naught your joy assuage, In the high theme engage, Praises prolong!
3 God of our fathers' land! Long may our temples stand Sacred to thee! Let thy bright light divine On all the people shine, Make us forever thine, From sin set free!
1 With grateful hearts with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs; His power and mercy we proclaim: Through every age, O, may we own Jehovah here has fixed his throne, And triumph in his mighty name.
2 Long as the moon her course shall run, Or men behold the circling sun, Lord, in our land support thy reign; Crown her just counsels with success, With truth and peace her borders bless, And all thy sacred rights maintain.
1 God bless our native land, Firm may she ever stand Through storm and night; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of winds 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 hast heard each sigh, Watching each weeping eye, Be thou forever nigh;-- God save the state.