Ringing out from our blue heavens,
From our deep seas breaking round,
Over everlasting mountains,
Where the echoing crags resound.
From our plains where creaking wagons,
Cut their trails into the earth,
Calls the spirit of our country,
Of the land that gives us birth.
At thy call we shall not falter,
Firm and steadfast we shall stand,
At thy will to live or perish,
O South Africa dear land.
In thy power, Almighty, trusting,
Did our fathers build of old;
Strengthen them, O Lord, our children,
To defend, to love, to hold.
That the heritage they gave us,
For our children yet may be;
Bondsmen only to the Highest,
And before the whole world free.
As our fathers trusted humbly,
Teach us, Lord to trust Thee still;
Guard our land and guide our people,
In Thy way to do Thy will.

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