Naar Fjordene blaaner (When Fjords Turn Blue)
When fjords turn as blue as the violet of the field,
and glaciers glisten in the flaming sun;
When the lilies-of-the-valley at the foot of the bird-cherry tree
stand fragrant and fair near the wall of the rocks,
While the river dances wildly through the alder thicket,
and the thrush sings on the spruce-covered mountain side;
then my heart is touched;
I can only whisper: “God bless Thee, Norway, my beautiful native land!”
But when I see the people who till the soil,
who labor on the mountains and on the fjords rich in fish,
The thousands of men who on sea and on land
in the sweat of the brow wind a garland of Norway;
And when I behold the thousands of women who with
charm, faith, and love are at work in their homes,
Then I wave my hat and my heart finds expression:
“Hurrah for my brave and vigorous people!
Hurrah for my powerful countrymen!”

Nu är det sommar (Now It Is Summer)
Now it is summer, the sun is shining
And it’s green and beautiful weather.
Lukewarm is the rain
That moistens the earth
And beautiful blossoms cover the fields.
Sing du-li-du-a-la-lej!
And beautiful blossoms cover the fields.

Now it is summer, the sap is rising,
The fragrance comes from Convallis a Valley,
A tulip grows among the leaves –
It’s like a display on a fine canvas!
Sing…
It’s like a display on a fine canvas!

Psalm CL (Psalm 150)
Praise ye the Lord! Prais God in His sanctuary!
Praise Him for His mighty acts!
Praise Him according to His excellent greatness!
Praise Him with the sound of the trumpet!
Praise Him with the psaltery and harp!
Praise Him with the timbrel and dance!
Praise Him with stringed instruments and organs!
Praise Him upon the loud cymbals!
Praise Him upon the high sounding cymbals!
Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord!