Then Hail to England's Gracious Queen

Then Hail to England's Gracious Queen! 'Tis now proclaimed afar, The Jubilee of our Gracious Queen, The Empire's Guiding Star. For fifty years she's been to us A Monarch and a Mother; And looks her subjects in the face As Sister or a Brother.

Then here's a health to England's Queen Whom Jove to us hath given; A better Monarch ne'er has been Beneath His starry heaven. There is no man of any clan, O'er any land or sea, But what will sing "God bless our Queen" On her grand Jubilee.

The world looks on Old England's Queen In danger for protection; Nor never yet hath England failed To make her grand correction. "Fair play," she cries, no one shall harm A child beneath my realm; I'm Captain of Great Britain's barque And standing at the helm.

Had England trusted wicked men, This day where had she been? But lo! she had a Guiding Star, 'Twas our dear Mother Queen. There is no foe, where'er you go This day, I vow, could hate her; She's a blessing to her nation, And a terror to a traitor.

As she has been, long may she reign, The Grand Old Queen of Britain; In letters of bright gold her name Henceforward should be written. All nations 'neath the stars above, And canopy of heaven, Rejoice to see her Jubilee In Eighteen Eighty-seven.