Father of nations! Help of the feeble hand! Strength of the strong! to whom the nations kneel! Stay and destroyer, at whose just command Earth's kingdoms tremble and her empires reel!Who dost the low uplift, the small make great, And dost abase the ignorantly proud, Of our scant people mould a mighty state, To the strong, stern,-to Thee in meekness bowed!Father of unity, make this people one! Weld, interfuse them in the patriot's flame,- Whose forging on thine anvil was begunIn blood late shed to purge the common shame; That so our hearts, the fever of faction done, Banish old feud in our young nation's name.