Lord God of Hosts, with­in whose hand
Dominion rests on sea and land,
Before whose word of life or death
The strength of na­tions is but breath:
O King, en­throned all thrones above,
Give strength un­to the land we love.

Thou breath of life since time be­gan,
Breathing up­on the lips of man,
Hast taught each kin­dred race to raise
United word to sound Thy praise:
So, in this land, join, we be­seech,
All hearts and lips in sin­gle speech.

To George our saint Thou gav­est grace
Without one fear all foes to face,
And to con­fess by faith­ful death
That word of life which was his breath.
O help us, help­er of Saint George,
To fear not bonds that man can forge.

Arm us like him, who in Thy trust
Beat down the dra­gon in the dust;
So that we too may tread down sin
And with Thy saints a crown may win.
Help us, O God, that we may be
A land ac­cept­able to Thee.