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Jehovah, Thou hast promised
The isles shall wait for Thee;
The joyous isles of Ocean,
The jewels of the sea;
Lo! we, this island's watchmen,
Would give and take no rest,
(For thus hast Thou commanded,)
Till our dear land be blessed.
Then bless her, mighty Father,
With blessings needed most,
In every verdant village,
By every palmy coast;
On every soaring mountain
O er every spreading plain.
May all her sons and daughters
Thy righteousness attain.
Give peace within her borders,
Twixt man and man goodwill,
The love all unsuspicious,
The love that works no ill;
In loyal, lowly service
Let each from other learn,
The guardian and the guarded,
Till Christ Himself return.
To Him our land shall listen,
To Him our land shall kneel,
All rule be on His shoulder.
All wrong beneath His heel;
Oh consummation glorious,
Which now by faith we sing;
Come, cast we up the highway
That brings us back the King.
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A HYMN FOR CEYLON
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