V When fierce tempests smote That frail little boat, They ceased at His gentle command; Despite all our fear, The Saviour is near To safeguard our dear Fatherland. VI Let storm-winds rejoice, And lift up their voice, No danger our homes can befall; Our green hills and rocks Encircle our flocks, And keep out the sea like a wall.
III Our fathers have told How Saints came of old, Proclaiming the Gospel of Peace; That sinful desires, Like false Baal fires, Must die ere our troubles can cease. IV Ye sons of the soil, In hardship and toil, That plough both the land and the sea, Take heart while you can, And think of the Man Who toiled by the Lake Galilee.
I O land of our birth, O gem of God's earth, O Island so strong and so fair; Built firm as Barrule, Thy Throne of Home Rule Makes us free as thy sweet mountain air. II When Orry, the Dane, In Mannin did reign, 'Twas said he had come from above; For wisdom from Heav'n To him had been giv'n To rule us with justice and love.
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Ja, sollt' ich selig sterben, in Danzig mt es sein!
Kennst du die Stadt, wo deutsche Art voll Kraft und Mut ihr Gut bewahrt, wo deutsch die Glocken werben und deutsch ein jeder Stein!
Refrain: Ja, sollt' ich tapfer streiten, fr Danzig mt es sein!
Kennst du die Stadt, wo Turm an Turm in Treue trotzt dem Zeitensturm, wo stolze Schiffe gleiten ins blaue Meer hinein!