1 Where the flag of Britain flies,
In the lands across the seas,
Under dark or smiling skies,
In the arm or wintry breeze,
Lord of hosts, Thy sovereign hand
Over all our comrades be;
Hear us for our motherland
And the lands across the sea.

2 Far and wide Thy word be known,
On Thy love, Lord, let us wait;
Let the empire be Thine own,
By Thy gentleness made great.
By Thy will alone we stand,
We are strong alone in Thee;
Hear us for our motherland
And the lands across the sea.

3 Through the empire spread Thy light,
Over all shed Thou Thy calm;
Arm us for our heavenly fight,
By the oak, the pine, the palm;
One world-wide confederate band,
May we all be one in Thee!
Hear us for our motherland
And the lands across the sea.