The white cross on a red background,
It flutters high over the plain!
The symbol that holds onto victory,
Onward! it flies before us!
  God Himself on high,
  He has lifted it up,
And has given it to you as a stronghold
Before all the world, my fatherland!

  The white cross on a red background,
We keep it free and pure!
The symbol that holds onto victory,
Never shall it be lost!
  In death and life
  It must [envelop]1 us!
Nothing shall [ever tear]2 from your hand
Your banner, my fatherland!

  The white cross on a red background,
Woe unto anyone who threatens it!
The symbol that holds onto victory,
It [persists]3 in suffering and death!
  And those who must die
  Leave it to their heirs!
As long as God's hand still prevails,
You shall remain free, my fatherland -- free!

  And though you are small, my homeland,
There is no land as fair as you,
When in the morning about the green shore 
Of the lake the rock face sparkles.
  And no land from ancient times
Remained as free, as free as you,
Free as the rose on the edge of the glacier
And, above the old snow, the kite!

  And though you are small, my homeland,
Only remain confident always!
God Himself with merciful hand created
Rock face beside rock face as a rampart for you.
  And gazes down so like a father
And remains your shield and reward,
And protects you and rescues you
From His throne, as He did in the past!

  Only be united, my homeland!
Though no land be as small as you are!
Brightly joyous to the most distant shore,
The old snow and the rock faces proclaim it:
  You shall remain free as of old,
[The God of your fathers]1 still lives!
And though your threatening enemies may be like the sands by the sea,
A sign from Him makes a mockery of them!