England

LAND OF HOPE AND GLORY
by Arthur Christopher Benson

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

Truth and Right and Freedom, each a holy gem
Stars of solemn brightness, weave thy diadem

Tho' thy way be darkened, still in splendour drest
As the star that trembles o'er the liquid West

Throned amid the billows, throned inviolate
Thou hast reigned victorious, thou has smiled at fate

Land of Hope and Glory, fortress of the Free
How may we extol thee, praise thee, honour thee?

Hark, a mighty nation maketh glad reply
Lo, our lips are thankful, lo, our hearts are high

Hearts in hope uplifted, loyal lips that sing
Strong in faith and freedom, we have crowned our King


JERUSALEM
by Williams Blake

And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon England's mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On England's pleasant pastures seen!

And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my Bow of burning gold:
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear O clouds unfold:
Bring me my Chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand,

Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England's green and pleasant Land.