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. 

Amen. 

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.