The nation's prosperity, and the church's increase. <br /> <br />Shine, mighty God, on Britain shine, <br />With beams of heav'nly grace; <br />Reveal thy power through all our coasts, <br />And show thy smiling face. <br /> <br />[Amidst our isle, exalted high, <br />Do thou our glory stand, <br />And, like a wall of guardian fire, <br />Surround the fav'rite land.] <br /> <br />When shall thy name, from shore to shore, <br />Sound all the earth abroad; <br />And distant nations know and love <br />Their Savior and their God? <br /> <br />Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, <br />Sing loud with solemn voice; <br />While British tongues exalt his praise, <br />And British hearts rejoice. <br /> <br />He, the great Lord, the sovereign Judge, <br />That sits enthroned above, <br />Wisely commands the worlds he made <br />In justice and in love. <br /> <br />Earth shall obey her Maker's will, <br />And yield a full increase; <br />Our God will crown his chosen isle <br />With fruitfulness and peace. <br /> <br />God the Redeemer scatters round <br />His choicest favors here, <br />While the creation's utmost bound <br />Shall see, adore, and fear.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-67/
