Sing the song of the Swiss confederates,
Sing it in a lofty choir of rejoicing;
Like the river that flowed down from the snow,
May it stream forth full and pure!
And upon its clear waves
May the urging of love rock itself!
Gazes shine, hearts swell
During the solemn sounding of the song.

Above you, you alpine garden,
The holy image of the cross stands radiant,
It sparkles from your rocky look-outs
As the country’s refuge and shield,
Points upward to the wondrous,
To the almighty God and Lord:
Trust in Him, my people! He shall
Protect His most beautiful star!

As pure and white as the pearly chain 
Of our snows, woven about with light,
The cross strews upon their brows
The heavenly radiance of eternal truth.
Arise and stride through the lands
Pure, oh freedom, divinely true!
Yes, upon the farthest shore
Your altar must yet arise!

And your crimson comes from on high
Where the Father's love flows forth,
Embracing all who are entwined in faithfulness,
Blissfully stilling every yearning.
May thus bloom upon your pathways
Holy love derived from God,
Ruler by way of God's mercies,
Freedom that flames full of love!

Sing the song of the Swiss confederates,
Brethren, sing it far and near.
All of us gathered in your arms, Mother,
We are your Helvetia.
Yours in life, yours in death,
Yours in storm and in sunlight!
Break, oh world, break into shards,
Love and freedom do not perish!