Nerve Thou his hand unto the sceptre’s sway,
Guide Thou his steps in every noble way,
And let the grace of all things sweet and fair
Descend on Her whose spirit pure and rare
For happy years the nation’s pride hath been,
And now the nation’s crown and throne doth share;
God of our fathers! Guard and bless the Queen!
Lord of the Past and Future, let Thy light
Shine on this double crowning of our Land!
In Peace or War, O God defend the Right