Our Native Country Thee
Land where we set criminals free
Our heads hang low.
Land where the innocent die
Land where people sigh
How can we sing?
Our Father God to thee
Author of liberty
To thee we plead.
Please turn on the light,
Rescue us from the night,
Great God our king.
Make us extensions of Your hand,
Reaching unending across the land,
Filling the gap and meeting the need,
Offering salvation to all the un-freed.
As the Greatest Country in the Land
God help us do Your Plan
So all will sing.
Margarett Inez Bates
Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD; and the people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance. (Psalm 33:12)
And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. (Ephesians 6:4)
Also look at Psalm 144.