"My land, oh most beauteous"
My land, oh most beauteous,
possession most dear,
Thou drawest me to thee,
embracing me near;
becalmed in the summer,
in winter snow covered,
magnificant islands,
by God named beloved.
The name which men gave thee
when they thee discovered,
Oh, God bless thee, Faroes my land.
Bright gleam, which in summer
makes hill-tops so fair;
rough gale, which in winter drives men to despair;
oh life taking storm,
oh conquest of soul,
all making sweet music
uniting the whole.
Each hoping and trusting,
inspiring us all,
To guard thee, O Faroes my land.
And therefore, I kneel down,
to Thee God, in prayer,
may peaceful my lot be,
and do thou me spare,
my soul cleansed; in glory;
I ask Thee to bless,
when I raise my banner
and venture the stress.
The sign of my task, be
it lifted on high,
To guard thee, O Faroes my land..