Verse 1
Britons, arise with one accord,
And learn to glory in the Lord!
The Lord from whom salvation came,
Doth justly all your praises claim:
With humble heart and thankful voice
Rejoice aright, to God rejoice.

Verse 2
God over all, thy work we praise,
Reviv’d as in the antient days:
Thine arm, by Israel’s cry awoke,
Its own resistless strength hath took,
Dispers’d the low’ring cloud we fear’d,
And glorious on our side appear’d.

Verse 3
Rome with a new armada vow’d
To quench her thirst of British blood;
On vengeance and destruction bent,
They proudly told their dire intent,
To keep with hereticks their word,
And waste our isle with fire and sword.

Verse 4
Where now is the invader’s boast,
The terror of our naked coast?
Thou, Lord, who know’st the proud to quell,
Hast shew’d them not invincible,
Made their infernal counsel void,
And all their vaunted strength destroy’d.

Verse 5
Sing to the Lord! The Lord alone
His strange destructive work hath done:
Jehovah did the cloud look thro’,
Jehovah gave the word Pursue!
He dash’d their vessels on the coast,
He swallow’d up their troubled host.

Verse 6
Thine was the power, the wisdom thine,
Which baffled Gaul’s and Rome’s design:
Who ever dealt the destin’d blow,
Or launch’d thy thunder on the foe,
Thee in the instrument we see,
And give the praise entire to thee.