Land of our birth, we pledge to thee
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Land of our birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in years to be, When we are grown and take our place As men and women with our race. Father in heaven, who lovest all, O help thy children when they call, That they may build from age to age An undefiled heritage. Teach us to bear the yoke in youth With steadfastness and careful truth, That, in our time, thy grace may give The truth whereby the nations live. Teach us to rule ourselves alway, Controlled and cleanly night and day, That we may bring, if need arise, No maimed or worthless sacrifice. Teach us to look in all our ends On thee for judge, and not our friends, That we, with thee, may walk uncowed By fear or favour of the crowd. Teach us the strength that cannot seek, By deed or thought to hurt the weak, That, under thee, we may possess Man's strength to comfort man's distress. Teach us delight in simple things, And mirth that has no bitter, springs, Forgiveness free of evil done, And love to all men 'neath the sun. Land of our birth, our faith, our pride, For whose dear sake our fathers died; O Motherland, we pledge to thee Head, heart, and hand through years to be. |
Nativa terra, studium nostrumst tibi pollicitum, adulti quando civibus adscripti tuis erimus. Amatos, Pater, supplices tuos, caelestis, adiuves, ut tradant cassum vitiis quod accepere posteris. Iugo iamnunc adsuesce nos, ut veritati deditos, et veritate praediti simus qua vivunt populi. Nos continere nos doce puros per noctem et die, ut offeramus integram, cum tempus poscat, hostiam, id velle non quod comites sed potius quod tu probes, ne vulgus nos inliciat te duce neve terreat. Firmari nos doce neque infirmiores laedere, ut demus homines tuum hominibus solatium. Ingenuis laetarier, ridere non crudeliter nocentibusque ignoscere cunctosque amare nos doce. Nativa tellus, ut tibi sunt patres nostri mortui, spondemus, Mater, fore nos totos in tempore tuos. |