Flow across the glorious lands of our country,
Of God, we work from strength to strength for money,
And God , Oh God Creator, bring us into the wonderful being,
For it was for you that we so much mean to each other.
For we give richness to the papers,
We give all our energy to you, my Lord.
For we, we ask for nothing much Lord,
Except to give us peace every day we live.
Our hands are sore from working hard,
Our bones are aching from place to place,
And our mouths are talking to you,
For hearts are bleeding for you.
Our sorrow we give to you, my Lord,
Our sins you take away from us death then falls,
The peace and love of Christ amongst this land,
Is nearly destruction without your love of mankind.
Son of the father and of mankind,
Speak to me, for sweet lives,
Amongst our flock is a black sheep,
To this day is meant to be a devil.
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