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God Bless Our Native Land

Charles Brooks
Verse 1
God bless our native land! Firm may she ever stand Through storm and night! When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Father Eternal, save Us by Thy might!
Verse 2
Lo! our hearts prayers arise Into the upper skies, Regions of light! He Who hath heard each sigh, Watches each weeping eye: He is forever nigh, Venger of Right.

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