Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free,
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How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
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Wider still, and wider, shall thy bounds be set;
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God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet!
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Truth and Right and Freedom, each a holy gem,
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Stars of solemn brightness, weave thy diadem.
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Tho' thy way be darkened, still in splendour drest,
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As the star that trembles o'er the liquid West.
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Throned amid the billows, throned inviolate,
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Thou hast reigned victorious, thou has smiled at fate.
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Land of Hope and Glory, fortress of the Free,
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How may we extol thee, praise thee, honour thee?
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Hark, a mighty nation maketh glad reply;
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Lo, our lips are thankful, lo, our hearts are high!
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Hearts in hope uplifted, loyal lips that sing;
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Strong in faith and freedom, we have crowned our King!
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Land Of Hope And Glory
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| Gary Barlow |
