'All nations shall call you blessed: for ye shall be a delightsome land, saith the Lord of hosts.
RAISE to our God, whose bounteous hand
Prepared of old our glorious land,-
A garden fenced with silver sea,
A people prosperous, strong, and free!
2 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.
3 Praise to our God! the vine He set
Within our coasts is fruitful yet;
On many a shore her seedlings 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.