Lord, we have put our trust in Thee, and Thy Written Word, Since the voice of St. Augustine In Saxon shires was heard.
With tautened sails undoubting We took the Western main, Beneath Thy buckler flouting The Inquisitors of Spain.
While lesser nations trembled Before the tyrants van, And Teuton tribes dissembled, We caged the Corsican.
Mother amidst her daughters, Wakened as from a trance, We rid of Hunnish slaughters The fragrant fields of France.
Again, as Coeur de Lion With panoplied array, To save the Hill of Zion We seek the Sacred Way-
"To Thee alone the glory; Ours the appointed price: A thousand years of story Attest our sacrifice,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.