You chosen men we welcome here br From brothers near. br We welcome you to Olaf's town br That Norway's greatest mem'ries crown, br Where ancient prowess looking down br With searching gaze, br The question puts to sea and strand: br Are men now in the Northern land br Like yesterday's? br br 'T is well, if on the battlefield br Our 'Yes' is sealed! br 'T is well, if now our strength is steeled br To grasp our fathers' sword and shield br And in life's warfare lift and wield br For God and home! br For us they fought; 't is now our call br To raise for them a temple-hall, br Fair freedom's dome. br br List to the Northern spirit o'er br Our sea and shore! br Here once high thoughts in word were freed, br In homely song, in homely deed; br And ever shall the selfsame need br That spirit sing: br Heed not things trivial, foreign, new; br Alone th' eternal, Northern, true br Can harvest bring. br br O brother-band, this faith so dear br Has brought us here? br The spirit of the North to free, br Our common toil and prayer shall be, br Those greater days again to see,- br As once before, br Of home and trust a message strong br To send the warring world we long br Forevermore.