National Hymn

To THEE whose smile is might and fame,
A nation lifts united praise
And asks but that Thy purpose frame
A useful glory for its days.

We pray no sunset lull of rest,
No pomp and bannered pride of war ;
We hold stern labour manliest,
The just side real conqueror.

For strength we thank Thee : keep us strong,
And grant us pride of skilful toil;
For homes we thank Thee : may we long
Have each some Eden rood of soil.

O, keep our mothers kind and dear,
And make the fathers stern and wise ;
The maiden soul preserve sincere,
And rise before the young man's eyes.

Crush out the jest of idle minds,
That know not, jesting, when to hush ;
Keep on our lips the word that binds,
And teach our children when to blush.

Forever constant to the good
Still arm our faith, thou Guard Sublime,
To scorn, like all who have understood,
The atheist dangers of the time.

Thou hearest ! — Lo, we feel our love
Of loyal thoughts and actions free
Toward all divine achievement move,
Ennobled, blest, ensured, by Thee.