Song Lyrics

Land of Hope and Glory


Land of hope and glory

Mother of the free

How shall we extol thee
Who are born of thee


Wider still and wider
Shall thy bounds be set

God who made thee mighty
Make thee mightier yet


God who made thee mighty

Make thee mightier yet

Land of hope and glory

Mother of the free

How shall we extol thee

Who are born of thee


Wider still and wider

Shall thy bounds be set

God who made thee mighty

Make thee mightier yet


God who made thee mighty

Make thee mightier yet


National Anthem


God save our gracious King

Long live our noble King, 

God save the King:


Send his victorious,

Happy and glorious,

Long to reign over us:

God save the King


Thy choicest gifts in store,

On his be pleased to pour;

Long may he reign:


May he defend our laws,

And ever give us cause

To sing with heart and voice,

God save the King.


Jerusalem


And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon England’s mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,

On England’s pleasant pastures seen!


And did the countenance divine, Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here, Among these dark Satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold:
Bring me my arrows of desire:

Bring me my spear!
O clouds, unfold:
Bring me my chariot of fire!


I will not cease from mental fight,

Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem,

In England’s green & pleasant Land.


Rule Britannia


When Britain first, at Heaven’s command

Arose from out the azure main;

Arose, arose, arose from out the azure main


This was the charter, the charter
of the land,

And guardian angels sang
this strain:


Rule, Britannia!

Britannia rule the waves:

Britons never shall be slaves.


Rule, Britannia!

Britannia rule the waves:

Britons never shall be slaves.

The nations, not so blest as thee, Must, in their turn, to tyrants fall; Must, in their turn, to tyrants fall;


While thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.

Rule, Britannia


Rule, Britannia!

Britannia rule the waves:

Britons never shall be slaves.


Rule, Britannia!

Britannia rule the waves:

Britons never shall be slaves.


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