God bless our Country!--look afar Behold, on every side, From solar belt to Northern star, She standeth like a bride. Upheld by God's almighty hand, How fair thou art, O Native Land! Our meadows teem with goodly herds, Our garners overflow; Our hills resound with singing birds, And bloom our vales below. Upheld by God's all-bounteous hand, Thy cup is full, 0 favored Land. God bless our Councils!--make us wise To worship and obey; Let Justice reign, and Truth arise To guide our steps alway. Upheld