By all the deeds to Thy dear glory done,

By all the life blood spilt to serve Thy need,

By all the fettered lives Thy touch hath freed,

By all Thy dream in us anew begun;

By all the guerdon English sire to son

Hath given of highest vision, kingliest deed,

By all Thine agony, of God decreed

For trial and strength, our fate with Thine is one.

Still dwells Thy spirit in our hearts and lips,

Honour and life we hold from none but Thee,

And if we live Thy pensioners no more

But seek a nation's might of men and ships,

'T is but that when the world is black with war

Thy sons may stand beside Thee strong and free.