To thee our God we fly
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To thee our God we fly For mercy and for grace; O hear our lowly cry, And hide not thou thy face. O Lord, stretch forth thy mighty hand And guard and bless our fatherland. Arise, O Lord of Hosts! Be jealous for thy name, And drive from out our coasts The sins that put to shame. Thy best gifts from on high In rich abundance pour, That we may magnify And praise thee more and more. The powers ordained by thee With heavenly wisdom bless; May they thy servants be, And rule in righteousness. The Church of thy dear Son Inflame with love's pure fire, Bind her once more in one, And life and truth inspire. The pastors of thy fold With grace and power endue, That faithful, pure and bold, They may be pastors true. O let us love thy house, And sanctify thy day, Bring unto thee our vows, And loyal homage pay. Give peace, Lord, in our time; O let no foe draw nigh, Nor lawless deed of crime Insult thy majesty. Though vile and worthless, still Thy people, Lord, are we; And for our God we will None other have but thee. O Lord, stretch forth, etc. |
Ad te, qui bonus es clemensque, fugimus; oramus humiles: ne lateas, Deus. Fortem protende dexteram nostramque serva patriam. Rex Sabaoth Deus, surge et te vindica; quod pudet his scelus e finibus fuga. Tu praemia bona effunde caelitus: tua usque encomia sic iterabimus. Da quos praefeceris divine sapiant et legibus tuis regentes pareant. Tu Filii tui incende Ecclesiam vetansque dividi fac veram, vividam. Fac gratia tua pastores vigeant, oves et integra fide custodiant. Ne templa tua, ne spernamus Sabbatum, te voto supplice fatentes Dominum. Da nobis otium, nec hostes prope sint, nec crimina tuum honorem laeserint. Indigna plebs licet, sed tua plebs sumus; Es Deus noster, et non erit alius. Fortem protende etc. |