Fair is our lot — O goodly is our heritage...

Fair is our lot — O goodly is our heritage!

( Humble ye, my people, and be fearful in your mirth! )

For the Lord our God Most High

He hath made the deep as dry,

He hath smote for us a pathway to the ends of all the Earth!

Yea, though we sinned — and our rulers went from righteousness —

Deep in all dishonour though we stained our garments’ hem.

Oh be ye not dismayed,

Though we stumbled and we strayed,

We were led by evil counsellors — the Lord shall deal with them!

Hold ye the Faith — the Faith our Fathers sealed us;

Whoring not with visions — overwise and over-stale.

Except ye pay the Lord

Single heart and single sword,

Of your children in their bondage shall He ask them treble-tale!

Keep ye the Law — be swift in all obedience —

Clear the land of evil, drive the road and bridge the ford.

Make ye sure to each his own

That he reap where he hath sown;

By the peace among Our peoples let men know we serve the Lord!

Hear now a song — a song of broken interludes —

A song of little cunning; of a singer nothing worth.

Through the naked words and mean

May ye see the truth between

As the singer knew and touched it in the ends of all the Earth!