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 National Hymn. 
 
 Hail, thou land, by God selected 
 Freedom's golden hearth to be 
 Hail ye people, once elected 
 
 Free, by fathers bravery ! 
 -Hold, O hold ye fast forever 
 
 Holy, high ! 
 North and South ; forget ye never 
 Freedom's blessings, far and nigh ! 
 Sing ye praise immortal, 
 Sing at every portal ! 
 
 All defy ! 
 All defy, be brave, be bold, 
 Shining stars and stripes unfold! 
 
 Land of Freedom, Nation chiefest 
 
 Grand in glory, world renowned, 
 Where the humblest son receivest 
 
 Toil and care so richly crowned. 
 -Land of plenty, land of blessing, 
 
 Country Free ! 
 Iron hail nor cannon's' hissing 
 Shall supply thy wants to thee, 
 Swords and helmets shining 
 Shall not cause thy smiling, 
 
 Count I y Free ! 
 Country, free for ev'ry race. 
 Freedom's blessing shall embrace. 
 
 3. 
 
 Hajl, thou land, of gifts the sweetest, 
 
 Freedom, if preserved by thee, 
 If, O flag of peace, thou greetest, 
 Mountain, shore in fullest glee 
 -Live and grow may you forever 
 
 Country Free ! 
 Trumpet's voice be still, endeavour 
 Silence keep on land and sea ! 
 North and South will render 
 Thanks for blessing's splendor. 
 
 -Brothers ye ! 
 Brothers ye, O do not rest, 
 Heroes' sons of East and West ! 
 
 4. 
 
 Hail, thou land, if truth and honor 
 Strive to reign through care and toil, 
 
 Gold not dares thy duty's banner, 
 J^ar Ibv jeDse_ pthonor s»iili_ 
 
 -Life will then be ever pouring. — 
 
 High above 
 Science, art and graces soaring 
 Through thy gates of peace and love. 
 Sons of ev'ry clime will enter, 
 Nations' ties surrender. 
 
 Sigh for love ! 
 Sigh for love. They praise thee still 
 Years to come in pride and skill. 
 
 God, Almighty, hear our prayer, 
 
 Grant protection as of yore ! 
 Right, let truth desert us ne'er 
 Shield our honor, we implore ! 
 — Vice, corruption, tear asunder, 
 Lord of Hosts, 
 Drive them off with deafning thunder 
 Strike them down and shame their boasts ! 
 Preserve us as a nation 
 Grant, O grant in Thy compassion. 
 
 Lord of Hosts ! 
 Lord of Hosts, that they sanctify 
 Hearts and hands to Thee on high. 
 
 Idea and form of the hymn, without rhymes, by W. Cokbadi. 
 TnneUted into German rhymes by A. Beinke. Translated into English by A. GmOH. 
 
 The notes and verses are printed on separate pages and loosely enclosed in the cover, so that they may be readily 
 taken in hand by various participating singers in the family. 
 
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