I.
Advance, Australia! On, speed on,-
Stout old England's brave young son:
Advance! set forth that standard on high,
The bright 'Southern Cross' on the southerly sky;
Push forward the banner of Freedom and Truth,
In the freshness of hope and the fervour of youth,
And gain, as prizes of zeal in the van,
The glory of God and the welfare of Man!

II.
Advance, Australia! Go straight on,-
There is wealth more worthy than gold to be won;
It is well that glittering sparks in the sand
Win thousands of sons to thy once lone land;
For thousands of souls come thus to be taught
The glories of Grace, and the wonders of Thought;
And wait for refining, as gold is refin'd,
By purging the dross from the heart and the mind!

III.
Advance, Australia! Nobly go on,-
While now there is time, there is work to be done:
Thy sheaf, thy ship, thine anchor, and fleece,
Are symbols of hope, wealth, plenty, and peace;
But, add to them ever the Cross on thy shield,
The holy star-blazon that quarters the field;
And see that thy Sun, in his rising above,
Is rising for Righteousness, Glory, and Love!