The realm thou winnest that thy Lord may bide,
A King revered on royal altar throne,
In patient love abiding with his own.
Pray thou that this beloved land of ours,
Strong in her youth and undeveloped powers,
One day with that true beauty may be crowned,
That girds thy island’s mournful brows around—
The beauty of true faith in Christ, her Lord,
Who in her lavish hands such wealth has poured:
Win thou for her great heart’s best heritage