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.
Words: Charles T. Brooks, circa 1833. These words, written while Brooks was studying at the Divinity School in Cambridge, Massachusetts, were said to be a translation from the German.
They were later recast by a number of other authors.