Land of hope and glory, mother of the free
Dear
land of hope, thy hope is crowned,
God
make thee mightier yet;
On
sov'reign 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,
Thy
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,
God,
who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet,
Thy
fame is ancient as the days,
As
ocean large and wide:
A
pride that dares, and heeds not praise,
A
stern and silent pride ;
Not
that false joy that dreams content
With
what our sires have won ;
The
blood a hero sire hath spent
Still
nerves a hero son.