2 For every heart, made glad by Thee,
With thankful praise is swelling;
And every tongue, with joy set free,
Its happy theme is telling.
Thou hast been mindful of Thine own,
And lo! we come confessing—
’Tis Thou hast dower’d our queenly throne
With sixty years of blessing.
3 Oh Royal heart, with wide embrace
For all her children yearning!