Classic Poem

Lord of the earth and skies,
God of the sea.
Our sunny land we praise.
Free gift from thee.
Over each fertile plain
Bendeth the golden grain,
Freshed by ripening rain,
Blest people we.

Out from the eastern skies,
Radiantly.
New day with glad surprise,
Floods land and sea.
Flowers that in Eden grew
Smile in the sunlight dew,
While birds of every hue
Sing praises to thee.

God bless our enemies,
Lord they love Thee.
God make them good and wise,
Let our prayer be.
When we our voices raise
All through the happy days,
Let it be but to praise
Thee—only Thee.

God bless our Mother Land,
Over the sea.
Claimeth no other land,
Our fealty.
Armed to her battle cry
March we to fight or die,
Where Britain's Banners fly,
Britons we are.