Jehovah, Thou hast promised The isles shall wait for Thee
The joyous isles of ocean The jewels of the sea Lo! we, this island’s watchmen Would give and take no rest For thus hast Thou commanded Till our dear land is blessed
Then bless her mighty Father With blessings needed most In every verdant village By every palmy coast On every soaring mountain O’er every spreading plain May all her sons and daughters Thy righteousness attain
Give peace within her borders Twixt man and man goodwill The love all unsuspicious The love that works no ill In loyal lowly service Let each from other learn The guardian and the guarded Till Christ Himself return
To Him our land shall listen To Him our peoples kneel All rule be on His shoulder All wrong beneath His heel O consummation glorious Which now by faith we sing Come, cast we up the highway That brings us back our King!
Wonderful rendition of a hymn I remember from my schooldays, and sung by my old school.
I DID NOT LIKE the picture of the soldier with a gun. This is a song of peace and harmony. Bullets have no place.
Wonderful rendition of a hymn I remember from my schooldays, and sung by my old school.
I DID NOT LIKE the picture of the soldier with a gun. This is a song of peace and harmony. Bullets have no place.
O how we long for these words to become a reality for Mother Lanka today!!!