William Blake 1757 -
And did those feet
in ancient time
Walk upon Englands mountains green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On Englands 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 chariots of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In Englands green and pleasant land.
Hope and Glory
of Hope, thy hope is crowned.
God make thee mightier yet!
On Sov'ran brows, beloved, renowned,
Once more thy crown is set.
Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained,
Have ruled thee well and long;
By Freedom gained, by Truth maintained,
Thine Empire shall be strong.
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.
Sir Edward Elgar
The Last Night of
anthem "God Save The Queen
usually attributed to Arne, there is good ground
for believing it is really the work of Henry
Carey, a singer and composer. It is said to have
been written sometime between 1736 and 1740, but
was first heard in public at a dinner in 1740 to
celebrate the taking of Portobello by Admiral
Vernon. Carey sang it as his own composition. The
oldest copy is in "Harmonia Anglicana"
of 1743 to which Carey was one of the chief
our gracious Queen!
Long live our noble Queen!
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us.
God save the Queen!
O Lord our God arise.
Scatter her enemies,
And make them fall.
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks.
On thee our hopes we fix.
God save us all!
The choicest gifts in store.
On her be pleased to pour,
Long may she reign!
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause,
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen!
|I vow to
thee my country
lyrics were written January 12, 1918 by Cecil
Spring-Rice (1859-1918). The music from Gustav
Holst (1874-1934) Planets suite (the hymn from
Jupiter). In its hymn form it is known as
Thaxted. The hymn was first performed in
September 1918. Famous as Princess Diana's
favorite hymn, it was sung at her wedding and
funeral. It had long been a staple of British
school assemblies. Modern History
Lyrics by Cecil
Spring-Rice 1859 -1918
Theodore Holst 1874 -1934
I vow to
thee, my countryall earthly things
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my
The love that asks no question, the love that
stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the
The love that never falters, the love that pays
The love that makes undaunted the final
theres another country, Ive heard of
Most dear to them that love her, most great to
them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds
And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her
paths are peace.
Still Sing Rule Britannia"
by Dave the
In the World Ever
When Britain first, at heavens
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 the strain.
Britannia rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
The nations not so blest as thee,
Must in their turn to tyrants fall,
Must in their turn, must in their turn,
To tyrants fall,
While thou shall flourish,
Shall flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke.
More dreadful, more dreadful
From each foreign stroke.
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
Thee haughty tyrants neer shall tame,
All their attempts to bend thee down,
All their attempts, all their attempts
To bend thee down,
Will but arouse thy generous flame.
But work their woe and thy renown.
To thee belongs the rural reign,
Thy cities shall with commerce shine,
Thy cities shall, thy cities shall
With commerce shine.
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.
The muses still, with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair,
Shall to thy happy coast,
Thy happy coasts repair,
Best isle of beauty,
With matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
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