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- By all the deeds to Thy dear glory done,
- By all the life blood spilt to serve Thy need,
- By all the fettered lives Thy touch hath freed,
- By all Thy dream in us anew begun;
- By all the guerdon English sire to son
- Hath given of highest vision, kingliest deed,
- By all Thine agony, of God decreed
- For trial and strength, our fate with Thine is one.
- Still dwells Thy spirit in our hearts and lips,
- Honour and life we hold from none but thee
- And if we live Thy pensioners no more
- But seek a nation's might of men and ships,
- 'Tis but that when the world is black with war
- Thy sons may stand beside Thee strong and free.
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