Words: Isaac Watts
The nation's prosperity, and the church's increase.
1 Shine, mighty God, on Britain shine, With beams of heav'nly grace; Reveal thy power through all our coasts, And show thy smiling face.
2 Amidst our isle, exalted high, Do thou our glory stand, And, like a wall of guardian fire, Surround the fav'rite land.
3 When shall thy name, from shore to shore, Sound all tile earth abroad; And distant nations know and love Their Savior 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 sov'reign Judge, That sits enthroned 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 favors here, While the creation's utmost bound Shall see, adore, and fear.