Dear land of hope, thy hope is crowned,
God make thee mightier yet;
On sov’reign brows beloved, renowned,
Once more thy crown is set!
Thine equal laws by freedom gained.
Have ruled thee well and long ;
By freedom gained, by truth maintained,
Thy Empire shall be strong.
Chorus: Land of hope and glory, mother of the free
How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set;
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet,
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet.
Thy fame is ancient as the days,
As ocean large and wide:
A pride that dares, and heeds not praise,
A stern and silent pride ;
Not that false joy that dreams content
With what our sires have won ;
The blood a hero sire hath spent
Still nerves a hero son.
Words by Arthur Christopher Benson
Music by Sir Edward Elgar