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EJOICE, O land, in God thy might. His will obey, Him serve aright. For thee the saints uplift their voice. Fear not, O land, in God rejoice.

Glad shalt thou be, with blessing crown'd. With joy and peace thou shalt abound. Yea, love with thee shall make his home, Until thou see God's kingdom come.

He shall forgive thy sins untold. Remember thou His love of old. Walk in His way, His word above, And keep His truth for evermore.

ROBERT BRIDGES, Poet Laureate