I.
How glorious is thy calling,
My happy Fatherland,
While all the thrones are falling
In righteousness to stand!
Amid the earthquakes heaving thus
To rest in pastures green,--
Then, God be praised who helpeth us,
And -- God preserve the Queen!

II.
How glorious is thy calling!
In sun and moon and stars
To see the signs appalling
Of prodigies and wars,--
Yet by thy grand example still
From lies the world to wean,
Then, God be praised who guards from ill
And -- God preserve the Queen!

III.
Within thy sacred border
Amid the sounding seas,
Religion, Right, and Order
Securely dwell at ease;
And if we lift this beacon bright
Among the nations seen,
We bless the Lord who loves the right,
And -- God preserve the Queen!

IV.
Fair pastures and still waters
Are our's withal to bless
The thronging sons and daughters
Of exile and distress;
For who so free, as English hearts
Are, shall be, and have been?
Then, God be thank'd on our parts,
And -- God preserve the Queen!

V.
Though strife and fear and madness
Are raging all around,
There still is peace and gladness
On Britain's holy ground;
But not to us the praise,-- to us
Our glory is to lean
On Him who giveth freely thus,
And -- God preserve the Queen!

VI.
O nation greatly favour'd
If ever thou should'st bring
A sacrifice well savour'd
Of praise to God the King,
Now, now let all thy children raise
In faith and love serene,
The loyal patriot hymn of praise
Of -- God preserve the Queen!