My Faith and my country, were do they meet?

As suggested by the title of this blog, there is two very large priorities in my life, the first and largest is obviously God.
As a follower of Christ, as I like to put it, I am called to put Him first beyond everything else, and with nothing else being close to it in second.

But the second priority is very much my nation, and this I am struggling with; seeing as God must have priority in my life, how should this affect my views on my country? I am a person that takes a lot of pride in what Canada has done, in the past at least I find little but bad decision making on the part of our politicians between the end of the Korean war and now, besides our current involvement in Afghanistan and a few other odds and ends.
I especially am proud of the British Commonwealth's part in the greater scheme of history, its ancient institutions that bind us together and make those of us who belong to it some of the most privileged people on the earth, whether we recognize it or not.

We have tried and true systems that have resisted atheist revolutions and anarchist plots, we have stood face to face with cruel and wicked empires that mean to enslave the free world and never buckled, destroying our foes every time in the end.
The slave trade was destroyed as morally wrong by our ships even though the trade going out of business would hurt our economy (contrast that to attitudes today).
Our nations have been the birthplaces of many scientists who, because of their firm believe in a God of order, braved the world to discover just how He had ordered it.
Missionaries who, encouraged by the masses at home, went far and wide, spreading the Gospel into darkest Africa, even into China, persisting against decadent rulers and hideous practices.

Of course this is not solely the property of Britain and her daughters, but because of the principle practiced and protected by the Royal Navy giving freedom of the seas, we certainly played a role in the spread of the Gospel. In a sense it was similar to the Greek language or the Roman roads, but in contrast to both the Greeks and the Romans, our governments and the majority of our populace not only did not actively hate the Gospel of Christ, it supported its furtherance.

Maybe I should say that I am proud of our history up to a certain point, and I certainly am, but how does that effect my view on my country today? Canada, and the Commonwealth, is no longer what it once was, we have let ourselves slip from the high ideals we once held, and in that sense I am quite disgusted and disheartened at my country.
But can I, or should I, give up on it? I feel that the answer is no; even if it is irreversible someone must be willing to throw themselves in the fray for a last desperate attempt, there is too much at stake, honour, duty and definitely not least of all, the salvation of my countrymen.

Maybe it is my youthful zeal and maybe it will dim over time, I pray to God that it will not and that I will find people willing to go down fighting for our values and morals, for our countr[ies] and indeed for our civilization.

We cannot continue gliding along on the waning momentum accrued from our successes in the past, we need a revival of a sense of right and wrong, and we need people to find the true God; neither the extremes of many god's, gods in everything, the 'god' of materialism many people worship nowadays and especially not the god some people claim to follow, which leads to total confusion on the part of other people who see this other god as my God even though by definition they are vastly different.

To close, my struggle comes in trying to find where the line falls in the midst of the verses of one of my favourite hymns:

I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,

Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love;

The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,

That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;

The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,

The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.

And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,

Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;

We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;

Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;

And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,

And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace.