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Prepared of old our glorious land;

A garden fenced with silver sea;
A people prosperous, bold, and free.

mf 2 Praise to our God; through all our past
His mighty arm hath held us fast,
Till wars and perils, toils and tears,

Can keep unmoved our ancient throne,
Sustained by counsels wise and just,

And guarded by a people's trust.

mf 5 Praise to our God; Who still forbears, Who still this guilty nation spares ;

Who calls us still to seek His face,
And lengthens out our day of grace.

f 3 Praise to our God; the vine He set Within our coasts is fruitful yet; On many a shore her seedlings grow; 'Neath many a sun her clusters glow.

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Our evil dross should throughly burn,
His rod and staff, from age to age,
Shall rule and guide His heritage! Amen.
J. ELLERTON.

ARTHUR SULLIVAN.