1. O happy land, whose sons in youth,
In sturdy strength and noble truth,
Like plants in vigor spring;
Whose daughters fair, a queenly race,
Are like the cornerstones that grace
The palace of a king,
The palace of a king.
2. O happy land, when flock and field
Their rich, abundant increase yield,
And blessings multiply;
When plenty all thy people share,
And no invading foe is there,
And no distressful cry,
And no distressful cry.
3. O happy people, favored land,
To whom the Lord with liberal hand
Hath thus His goodness shown;
Yea, surely is that people blest
By whom Jehovah is confessed
To be their God alone,
To be their God alone.