Hardvsta

With Thee is each day as a thousand years,

Each thousand of years, but a day,

Eternity's flow'r, with its homage of tears,

That reverently passes away.


But, alas! for our misdeed,

Anger rose within Thy breast,

And Thy lightnings Thou did’st speed

From Thy thundering sky with zest.


And once your song, fatherland

Higher still will echo.


No more our ancient sireland,

Shall shelter the despot or the slave.


To arms, to arms!

Over land, over sea,

To arms, to arms!


O leave me not ungirt.


The dawn star rises up

And shines out between the two seas.


Fate, who for so long did’st frown,

Bring him happy times and ways;

Atoning sorrow hath weighed down

All the sins of all his days.