Land Of Our Birth, We Pledge To Thee Our Love And Toil In The Years To Be; When We Are Grown And Take Our Place As Men And Women With Our Race. Father In Heaven Who Lovest All, Oh, Help Thy Children When They Call; That They May Build From Age To Age An Undefiled Heritage. Teach Us To Bear The Yoke In Youth, With Steadfastness And Careful Truth; That, In Our Time, Thy Grace May Give The Truth Whereby The Nations Live. Teach Us To Rule Ourselves Alway, Controlled And Cleanly Night And Day; That We May Bring, If Need Arise, No Maimed Or Worthless Sacrifice. Teach Us To Look In All Our Ends On Thee For Judge, And Not Our Friends; That We, With Thee, May Walk Uncowed By Fear Or Favour Of The Crowd. Teach Us The Strength That Cannot Seek, By Deed Or Thought, To Hurt The Weak; That, Under Thee, We May Possess Man'S Strength To Comfort Man'S Distress. Teach Us Delight In Simple Things, And Mirth That Has No Bitter Springs; Forgiveness Free Of Evil Done, And Love To All Men 'Neath The Sun! Land Of Our Birth, Our Faith, Our Pride, For Whose Dear Sake Our Fathers Died; Oh, Motherland, We Pledge To Thee Head, Heart And Hand Through The Years To Be!