MANX
NATIONAL ANTHEM
§
(Arrane
Ashoonagh dy Vannin.)
§
O
Land of our birth,
O
Gem of God's earth,
O
Island so strong and so fair;
Built
firm as Barool,
Thy
throne of Home Rule
Makes
us free as thy sweet mountain air
§
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.
§
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.
§
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.
§
Our
Island, thus blest,
No
foe can molest;
Our
grain and our fish shall increase;
From
battle and sword
Protecteth
the Lord,
And
crowneth our nation with peace.
§
Then
let us rejoice
With
heart, soul, and voice,
Ad
in the Lord's promise confide;
That
each single hour
We
trust in His power
No
evil our souls can betide.
§
[Written by W.H.Gill]
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