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Happy, flow'ry land! His sceptre
Rules o'er valley, mount and plain; Mildly, calmly, justly ruleth,
He, the people's love would gain. Yet his weapon'd might, in splendor,
Beams through all the land amain. God uphold thee, warrior, Father,
Monarch of our Austrian land.
He delights the poor to cherish,
He awakes the minstrel's lay; He would not that any perish,
All admire the gentle sway. " Heaven reward him, God defend him,"
Thus we sing, and thus we pray. Emp'ror, Monarch, Father, Kaiser,
All thy peaceful rule obey!
He from bondage will deliver,
He would make us truly free;
In the German heart shall ever
He the brightest mem'ry be,
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