I vow to thee my country

I vow to thee my country all earthly things above
Entire and whole and perfect the service of my love

The love that asks no questions the love that stands the test
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best

The love that never falters the love that pays the price
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice

And there’s another country I’ve heard of long ago
Most dear to them that love her most great to them that know

We may not count her armies we may not see her King
Her fortress is a faithful heart her pride is suffering

And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase
And her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace

 

Jerusalem

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!

I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land

 

Land of Hope and Glory

Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free,
How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set;
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet,
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet.

Repeat

 

Rule Britannia

When Britain first, at heaven’s command,
Arose from out the azure main,
Arose, arose, arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sang this strain:

Rule Britannia! Britannia rule the waves
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
Rule Britannia! Britannia rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.

The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coasts repair.

Shall to, shall to, shall to thy happy coasts repair.
Blest Isle! with matchless, with matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.

Rule Britannia! Britannia rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
Rule Britannia! Britannia rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.

 

God Save the King

God save our gracious King!
Long live our noble King!
God save the King!
Send him victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the King.