Praise to our God, Whose bounteous hand Prepared of old our glorious land; A garden fenced with silver sea; A people prosperous, strong, and free. Praise to our God; through all our past His mighty arm hath held us fast; Till wars and perils, toils and tears, Have brought the rich and peaceful years. Praise to our God; the vine He set Within our coasts is fruitful yet; On many a shore her offshoots grow; 'Neath many a sun her clusters glow. Praise to our God; His power alone Can keep unmoved our ancient throne, Sustained by counsels wise and just, And guarded by a people's trust. Praise to our God; Who still forbears Who still this sinful nation spares, Who calls us still to seek His face, And lengthens out our day of grace. Praise to our God; through chastenings stern Our evil dross should thoroughly burn, His rod and staff, from age to age, Shall rule and guide His heritage!