Psalm 67

Shine, mighty God, on Britain shine

With beams of heavenly grace;

Reveal thy power thro' all our coasts,

And shew thy smiling face.

[Amidst our isle, exalted high,

Do thou our glory stand,

And like a wall of guardian fire

Surround the favourite land.]

When shall thy Name, from shore to shore,

Sound all the earth abroad,

And distant nations know and love

Their Saviour and their God?

Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,

Sing loud with solemn voice;

While British tongues exalt his praise,

And British hearts rejoice.

He the great Lord, the sovereign Judge,

That sits enthron'd above,

Wisely commands the worlds he made

In justice and in love.

Earth shall obey her Maker's will,

And yield a full increase;

Our God will crown his chosen isle

With fruitfulness and peace.

God the Redeemer scatters round

His choicest favours here,

While the creation's utmost bound

Shall see, adore, and fear.