1 Shine, mighty God, on Britain shine With beams of heavenly grace; Reveal thy power thro' all our coasts, And shew thy smiling face.
2 [Amidst our isle, exalted high, Do thou our glory stand, And like a wall of guardian fire Surround the favourite land.]
3 When shall thy Name, from shore to shore, Sound all the earth abroad, And distant nations know and love Their Saviour and their God?
4 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Sing loud with solemn voice; While British tongues exalt his praise, And British hearts rejoice.
5 He the great Lord, the sovereign Judge, That sits enthron'd above, Wisely commands the worlds he made In justice and in love.
6 Earth shall obey her Maker's will, And yield a full increase; Our God will crown his chosen isle With fruitfulness and peace.
7 God the Redeemer scatters round His choicest favours here, While the creation's utmost bound Shall see, adore, and fear.