God Save the King

God save our gracious King,
Nation and State and King,
God save the King !
Grant him the Peace divine,
But if his Wars be Thine
Flash on our fighting line
Victory's Wing !

Thou in his suppliant hands
Hast placed such Mighty Lands
Save thou our King !
As once from golden Skies
Rebels with flaming eyes,
So the King's Enemies
Doom Thou and fling !

Mountains that break the night
Holds He by eagle right
Stretching far Wing !
Dawn lands for Youth to reap,
Dim lands where Empires sleep,
His ! And the Lion Deep
Roars for the King.

But most these few dear miles
Of sweetly-meadowed Isles, —
England all Spring ;
Scotland that by the marge
Where the blank North doth charge
Hears Thy Voice loud and large,
Save, and their King !

Grace on the golden Dales
Of Thine old Christian Wales
Shower till they sing,
Till Erin's Island lawn
Echoes the dulcet-drawn
Song with a cry of Dawn —
God save the King !