Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned
God make thee mightier yet!
On Sov'ran 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
Thine Empire shall be strong
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
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
Jeanette Macdonald - Land Of Hope And Glory Lyrics
Jeanette Macdonald - Land Of Hope And Glory Lyrics
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Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned
God make thee mightier yet!
On Sov'ran 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
Thine Empire shall be strong
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
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
God make thee mightier yet!
On Sov'ran 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
Thine Empire shall be strong
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
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
Writer: Arthur Benson, Edward Elgar
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC