God Preserve The Queen! Poem by Martin Farquhar Tupper

I.
How glorious is thy calling,
My happy Fatherland,
While all the thrones are falling
In righteousness to stand!
Amid the earthquakes heaving thus
To rest in pastures green,--
Then, God be praised who helpeth us,
And -- God preserve the Queen!

II.
How glorious is thy calling!
In sun and moon and stars
To see the signs appalling
Of prodigies and wars,--
Yet by thy grand example still
From lies the world to wean,
Then, God be praised who guards from ill
And -- God preserve the Queen!

III.
Within thy sacred border
Amid the sounding seas,
Religion, Right, and Order
Securely dwell at ease;
And if we lift this beacon bright
Among the nations seen,
We bless the Lord who loves the right,
And -- God preserve the Queen!

IV.
Fair pastures and still waters
Are our's withal to bless
The thronging sons and daughters
Of exile and distress;
For who so free, as English hearts
Are, shall be, and have been?
Then, God be thank'd on our parts,
And -- God preserve the Queen!

V.
Though strife and fear and madness
Are raging all around,
There still is peace and gladness
On Britain's holy ground;
But not to us the praise,-- to us
Our glory is to lean
On Him who giveth freely thus,
And -- God preserve the Queen!

VI.
O nation greatly favour'd
If ever thou should'st bring
A sacrifice well savour'd
Of praise to God the King,
Now, now let all thy children raise
In faith and love serene,
The loyal patriot hymn of praise
Of -- God preserve the Queen!