Classic Poem

“Not for our lands, our wide-flung prairie wealth,”
Our mighty rivers born of friendly spring,
Our inland seas, our mountains proud and high,
Forests and orchards richly blossoming;
Not for these, Lord, our deepest thanks are said
As, humbly glad, we hail this day serene;
Not for these most, dear Father of our lives,
But for the love that in all things is seen.
…
We thank Thee, Lord, on this recurring day,
For liberty to worship as we will;
We thank Thee for the hero souls of old
Who dared wild seas their mission to fulfill.
O, gird our hearts with stalwart faith in good,
Give us new trust in Thy providing hand,
And may a spirit born of brotherhood
Inspire our hearts and bless our native land.

“Not for our lands, our wide-flung prairie wealth,”
—Our mighty rivers born of friendly spring,
Our inland seas, our mountains proud and high,
—Forests and orchards richly blossoming;
Not for these, Lord, our deepest thanks are said
—As, humbly glad, we hail this day serene;
Not for these most, dear Father of our lives,
—But for the love that in all things is seen.
…
We thank Thee, Lord, on this recurring day,
—For liberty to worship as we will;
We thank Thee for the hero souls of old
—Who dared wild seas their mission to fulfill.
O, gird our hearts with stalwart faith in good,
—Give us new trust in Thy providing hand,
And may a spirit born of brotherhood
—Inspire our hearts and bless our native land.