A Psalm of Home

Happy are we who inherit this land;
Joy to us has always been.

We hunger not for the barren world
And live with love in our hearts;
For the foreigner knows not our joy
In being the chosen of God.

As the forests stand green
We exult in our inheritance;
For God blessed us with living
That we stretch out our hearts.

In song, we raise our voices;
With solitude we show Him glory.