Lofsöngur


Ó, guđ, vors lands, ó, lands vors guđ,
vjer lofum itt heilaga, heilaga nafn.
Úr sólkerfum himnanna knýta jer kranz
ínir herskarar, tímanna safn.
Fyrir jer er einn dagur sem úsund ár,
og úsund ár dagur, ei meir,
Eitt eilifđar smáblóm međ titrandi tár,
sem tilbiđur guđ sinn og deyr.
Íslands ús und ár, Íslands ús und ár
Eitt eilifđar smáblóm međ titrandi tár,
sem tilbiđur guđ sinn og deyr.


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English Translation

Song of Praise

O God of our land, O our land's God,
We worship Thy holy, holy name.
From the solar systems of the heavens bind for you a wreath
Your warriors, the assembly of the ages.
For Thee is one day as a thousand years,
And a thousand years a day and no more,
One small flower of eternity with a quivering tear,
That prays to its God and dies.
Iceland's thousand years, Iceland's thousand years,
One small flower of eternity with a quivering tear,
That prays to its God and dies.


Written in 1874
Words by Matthías Jochumsson (1835-1920)
Music by Sveinbjörn Sveinbjörnsson (1847-1926)