National+Anthem

media type="file" key="Serbia.mp3" align="center" width="240" height="20" Boze pravde, ti sto spase od propasti do sadnas, cuj i od sadnase glase, i odsad nam budi spas. Mocnom rukom vodi, brani buducnosti srpske brod, Boze spasi, Boze hrani nasu zemlju i nas rod.

Slozi srpsku bracu dragu na svak' dican slavan rad, sloga bice poraz vragu, a najjaci srpstvu grad. Nek' na srpstvu blista grana bratske sloge zlatan rod, Boze spasi, boze hrani moli ti se sav nas rod.

Nek na srpsko vedro celo tvog ne padne gneva grom, blagoslovi Srbu selo polje, njivu, grad i dom! Kad nastupe borbe dani, k' pobedi mu vodi hod. Boze spasi, Boze hrani Srpskog Kralja, srpski rod!

Iz mracnoga sinu groba srpske krune novi sjaj, nastalo je novo doba, novu srecu Boze daj. Kraljevinu srpsku brani, pet vekovne borbe plod. Boze spasi, Boze hrani, moli ti se srpski rod!

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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.