LOVE TO OUR COUNTRY.
God bless our native land,
May Heaven's protecting hand
Still guard our shore.

May peace her power extend,
Foe be transformed to friend,
And Britain's rights depend
On war no more.

May just and righteous laws
Uphold the public cause,
And bless our Isle.

Home of the good and free—

The land of liberty

We pray that still on thee

Kind Heaven may smile.

And not this land alone,
But be Thy mercies known
From shore to shore.
Lord, make the nations see

That men should brothers be,

And form one family

The wide world o'er.

WHICH WAY DOES THE WIND BLOW?

WHICH Way does the wind blow,

Which way does he go?

He rides over the water,

He rides over snow;

O'er wood and o'er valley,
And o'er rocky height,

Which the goat cannot traverse,
He taketh his flight.

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