God of might, God of right,
Thee we give all glory;
Thine all praise in these days
As in ages hoary,
When we hear, year by year,
Freedom’s wondrous story.

Now as erst, when Thou first
Madst the proclamation,
Warning loud every proud,
Every tyrant nation,
We Thy fame still proclaim,
Bend in adoration.

Be with all who in thrall
To their task are driven;
In Thy power speed the hour
When their chains are riven;
Earth around will resound
Gleeful hymns to heaven.