Happy the city where its sons,
like pillars on a palace face,
and daughters, bright as polished stones,
give strength and beauty to the place.
Happy the country where the sheep,
cattle and corn, have large increase;
where all securely work or sleep,
and none of plunder break the peace.
Happy the land that loves the Lord,
whose people know the Savior’s ways,
relying on God’s holy word,
rejoicing with their songs of praise.
Happy the nation thus endowed;
but more divinely blest are those
who trust you, all-sufficient God,
for all the good your grace bestows.
Source: In Melody and Songs: hymns from the Psalm versions of Isaac Watts #101
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