O, gui vors lands! O, lands vors gui! V�r lofum kitt heilaga, heilaga nafn! �r solkerfum himnanna hny’ta k�r krans Kinir herskarar, timanna safn. Fyrir k�r er einn dagur sem kusund ar, og kusund ar dagur, ei meir; eitt eilifiar smablom mei titrandi tar, sem tilbiiur gui sinn og deyr. Islands kusund ar, Islands kusund ar! eitt eilifiar smablom mei titrandi tar, sem tilbiiur gui sinn og deyr. O gui, o gui! V�r f�llum fram og fornum k�r brennandi, brennandi sal, gui faiir, vor drottinn fra kyni til kyns, og v�r kv�kum vort helgasta mal. V�r kv�kum og k�kkum i kusund ar, kvi ?u ert vort einasta skjol. V�r kv�kum og k�kkum mei titrandi tar, kvi ?u tilbjost vort forlagahjol. Islands kusund ar, Islands kusund ar! Voru morgunsins humk�ldu, hrynjandi tar, sem hitna vii skinandi sol. O, gui vors lands! O, lands vors gui! V�r lifum sem blaktandi, blaktandi stra. V�r deyjum, ef ku ert ei ljos kai og lif, sem ai lyftir oss duftinu fra. O, vert ku hvern morgun vort ljufasta lif, vor leiitogi i daganna kraut og a kv�ldin vor himneska hvild og vor hlif og vor hertogi a kjoilifsins braut. �slands ?usund ar, �slands ?usund ar! verii groandi kjoilif mei kverrandi tar,
sem kroskast a guisrikis braut.
Our country’s God! Our God’s country! We worship Thy name in its wonder sublime. The suns of the heavens are set in Thy crown By Thy legions, the ages of time! With Thee is each day as a thousand years, Each thousand of years, but a day, Eternity’s flow’r, with its homage of tears, That reverently passes away. Iceland’s thousand years, Iceland’s thousand years! Eternity’s flow’r, with its homage of tears, That reverently passes away. Our God, our God, we bow to Thee, Our spirits most fervent we place in Thy care. Lord, God of our fathers from age unto age, We are breathing our holiest prayer. We pray and we thank Thee a thousand years, For safely protected we stand; We pray and we bring Thee our homage of tears, Our destiny rest in Thy hand. https://www.world-countries.orghttps://www.world-countries.org Iceland’s thousand years, Iceland’s thousand years! The hoarfrost of morning which tounted those years, Thy sun rising high, shall command! Our country’s God! Our God’s country! Our life is a feeble and quivering reed; We perish, deprived of Thy spirit and light To redeem and uphold in our need. Inspire us at morn with Thy courage and love, And lead through the days of our strife! At evening send peace from Thy heaven above, And safeguard our nation through life. Iceland’s thousand years, Iceland’s thousand years! O, prosper our people, diminish our tears
And guide, in Thy wisdom, through life!