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Boze Pravde

Bože pravde (God of Justice) was the anthem of Serbia and it is the anthem of Republika Srpska. It was written in 1872 with music by Davorin Jenko and words by Jovan Djordjević.

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1 Serbian lyrics
2 English lyrics
3 Source
4 MP3

Serbian lyrics

BOŽE PRAVDE

;Bože pravde, ti što spase ;Od propasti do sad nas, ;Čuj i od sad naše glase ;I od sad nam budi spas!


;Moćnom rukom vodi, brani 
;Budućnosti srpske brod, 
;Bože spasi, Bože hrani 
;Srpskog Kralja, srpski rod! 

;Složi srpsku braću dragu ;Na svak' dičan, slavan rad ;Sloga biće poraz vragu, ;A najjači Srpstvu grad!


;Nek na Srpstva blista grani 
;Bratske sloge zlatan plod, 
;Bože spasi, Bože hrani 
;Srpskog Kralja, srpski rod! 

;Nek na srpsko vedro čelo 
;Tvog ne padne gnjeva grom, 
;Blagoslovi Srbu selo, 
;Polje, njivu, grad i dom! 

;Kad nastupe borbe dani, 
;K' pobedi mu vodi hod, 
;Bože spasi, Bože hrani 
;Srpskog Kralja, srpski rod! 

;Iz mračnoga sinu groba, 
;Srpske krune novi sjaj, 
;Nastalo je novo doba, 
;Novu sreću, Bože daj! 

;Kraljevinu srpsku brani, 
;Petvekovne borbe plod, 
;Srpskog Kralja, Bože hrani, 
;Moli ti se srpski rod! 


English lyrics

;God of Justice


;God of Justice; Thou who saved us
; when in deepest bondage cast,
; Hear Thy Serbian children's voices,
; Be our help as in the past.

;With Thy mighty hand sustain us, ; Still our rugged pathway trace; ; God, our hope; protect and cherish ; Serbian crown and Serbian race!

;Bind in closest links our kindred ; Teach the love that will not fail, ; May the loathed fiend of discord ; Never in our ranks prevail.

;Let the golden fruits of union ; Our young tree of freedom grace; ; God, our Master! guide and prosper ; Serbian crown and Serbian race.

;Lord! Avert from us Thy vengeance, ; Thunder of Thy dreaded ire; ; Bless each Serbian town and hamlet, ; Mountain, meadow, heart and spire.

;When our host goes forth to battle ; Death or victory to embrace- ; God of armies! be our leader ; Strengthen then the Serbian race.

;On our sepulchre of ages ; Breaks the resurrection morn, ; From the slough of direst slavery ; Serbia anew is born.

;Through five hundred years of durance ; We have knelt before Thy face, ; All our kin, O God! deliver, ; Thus entreats the Serbian race.

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