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THE QUEEN'S BIRTHDAY.
Another year, O Queen of many realms,Dawns in fair promise on my Sovereign's throne;
And, while the hurrying tempest overwhelms
All climes and crowns beside,—thou, thou alone
Sittest in majesty, God's favour'd one:
Yea, blessed of the Lord,—how blest art thou!
Blest in the King of kings' own secret love,
Blest in thy people never more than now,
Blest in the earth beneath and heaven above;
And, be thou blest for ever! this glad day
That gave to us the mercy of thy birth,
Be full of good to thee in God's own way,
As His chief child and servant upon earth,
For whom a thousand thousands hourly pray!
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