1 In thee, great God, with songs of praise,
Our favor'd realms rejoice;
And, bless'd with thy salvation, raise
To heav'n their cheerful voice.

2 Thy sure defence, through nations round,
Hath spread our rising name,
And all our feeble efforts crown'd
With freedom and with fame.

3 In deep distress our injur'd land
Implor'd thy power to save;
For life we pray'd – thy bounteous hand
The timely blessing gave.

4 Thy mighty arm, eternal pow'r,
Oppos'd their deadly aim,
In mercy swept them from our shore,
And spreads their sails with shame.

5 On thee, in woe or pain,
Our hearts alone rely;
Our rights thy mercy will maintain,
And all our wants supply.

6 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous pow'r declare,
And still exalt thy fame;
While we glad songs of praise prepare,
For thine almighty name.