A song for Great Britain.
1 O Britain, praise thy mighty God, And make his honours known abroad, He bid the ocean round thee flow; Not bars of brass could guard thee so.
2 Thy children are secure and blest; Thy shores have peace, thy cities rest; He feeds thy sons with finest wheat, And adds his blessing to their meat.
3 Thy changing season he ordains, Thine early and thy later rains: His flakes of snow like wool he sends, And thus the springing corn defends.
4 With hoary frost he strews the ground; His hail descends with clattering sound: Where is the man so vainly bold That dares defy his dreadful cold?
5 He bids the southern breezes blow, The ice dissolves, the waters flow; But he hath nobler works and ways To call the Britons to his praise.
6 To all the Isle his laws are shown, His gospel thro' the nation known; He hath not thus reveal'd his word To every land: Praise ye the Lord.