C. T. Brooks

God Bless Our Native Land

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!

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! "