“Bože pravde” (“God of Justice”) is the National Anthem of Serbia, as defined by the Article 7 of the Constitution of Serbia. “Bože pravde” was the state anthem of the Principality of Serbia and the Kingdom of Serbia until 1919 when Serbia became a part of the Kingdom of Serbs, Croats and Slovenes which was formed one year earlier.
Below we have provided the National Anthem of Serbia for the students regarding educational purpose.
National Anthem of Serbia Information:
| Lyricist | Jovan Đorđević |
| Music | Davorin Jenko |
| Adopted | 1882 |
| Official Language |
Serbian
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Serbia National Anthem in Serbian:
Боже правде, ти што спасе
од пропасти досад нас,
чуј и од сад наше гласе
и од сад нам буди спас.
Моћном руком води, брани
будућности српске брод,
𝄆 Боже спаси, Боже xрани, 𝄇
𝄆 српске земље, српски род! 𝄇
Сложи српску браћу драгу
на свак дичан славан рад,
слога биће пораз врагу
а најјачи српству град.
Нек на српској блиста грани
братске слоге златан плод,
𝄆 Боже спаси, Боже xрани 𝄇
𝄆 српске земље, српски род! 𝄇
Нек на српско ведро чело
твог не падне гнева гром
Благослови Србу село
поље, њиву, град и дом!
Кад наступе борбе дани
к победи му води ход
𝄆 Боже спаси, Боже xрани 𝄇
𝄆 српске земље, српски род! 𝄇
Из мрачнога сину гроба
српске славе нови сјај
настало је ново доба
Нову срећу, Боже дај!
Отаџбину српску брани
пет вековне борбе плод
𝄆 Боже спаси, Боже брани 𝄇
𝄆 моли ти се српски род!
Serbia National Anthem in English:
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 lands 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 lands and Serbian race! 𝄇
Lord! Avert from us Thy vengeance,
Thunder of Thy dreaded ire;
Bless each Serbian town and hamlet,
Mountain, meadow, hearth 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!