 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
QUEEN VICTORIA, 1887.
God bless our gracious Queen,
Who blest to us has been,
Through hopes and fears;
To labourer's lowly spade,
To soldier's battle blade,
In sunshine and in shade,
These fifty years.
God bless the Queen.
Who blest to us has been,
Through hopes and fears;
To labourer's lowly spade,
To soldier's battle blade,
In sunshine and in shade,
These fifty years.
God bless the Queen.
God bless our noble Queen,
In perils hid or seen,
In earthquake throes;
Victorious make her power,
Be unto her a Tower,
Though tempests darkly lower,
Against her foes.
God bless the Queen!
In perils hid or seen,
In earthquake throes;
Victorious make her power,
Be unto her a Tower,
Though tempests darkly lower,
Against her foes.
God bless the Queen!
God bless our gentle Queen,
Whose Court's unspotted sheen,
Our beacon is;
Whose fair and lofty life,
As woman, mother, wife,
In stillness and in strife,
Was ever His.
God bless the Queen!
Whose Court's unspotted sheen,
Our beacon is;
Whose fair and lofty life,
As woman, mother, wife,
In stillness and in strife,
Was ever His.
God bless the Queen!
God bless our blameless Queen,
Her judgment sword make keen,
If fall it must;
Love be her Royal dress—
Her armour for distress,
Her breastplate righteousness,
Her buckler trust.
God bless the Queen!
Her judgment sword make keen,
If fall it must;
Love be her Royal dress—
Her armour for distress,
Her breastplate righteousness,
Her buckler trust.
God bless the Queen!
God bless our loving Queen,
From scathe and evil screen,
Her happy throne;
Her head with glory crown,
And send her history down,
Written in true renown
Not crumbling stone.
God bless the Queen!
From scathe and evil screen,
Her happy throne;
Her head with glory crown,
And send her history down,
Written in true renown
Not crumbling stone.
God bless the Queen!
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God bless our honoured Queen,
Preserve her memory green,
As England's soil;
Let song her triumph swell,
To children's children tell,
She wisely ruled and well,
And shared our toil.
God bless the Queen!
Preserve her memory green,
As England's soil;
Let song her triumph swell,
To children's children tell,
She wisely ruled and well,
And shared our toil.
God bless the Queen!
God, who is ever King,
Bless her and treasures bring,
Earth can but feign;
Make over sea and land,
Which lie within His hand,
Her people as the sand,
And by her reign.
God bless the Queen!
Bless her and treasures bring,
Earth can but feign;
Make over sea and land,
Which lie within His hand,
Her people as the sand,
And by her reign.
God bless the Queen!
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |