International Temperance Hymn

Verse 1

Brittannia, rouse thee! queen Isle of the Ocean, And strike for the millions that boast of thy fame; Columbia, answer with heart of devotion, And march to the strife in the Conqueror's name. Old land of the brave, Thy flag on the wave, O long may it ride o'er thy enemy's grave!

Verse 2

Columbia, fresh as the glow of the morning, And strong in the race of the nations to run; A tyrant is rising, look well to the warning, And honor the name of thine own Washington; Young land of the free, Let all the world see The rapture of freedom still dwelling in thee!

Verse 3

And thou, Young Dominion! crowned in earth's story, And bathed in the light of the Temperance Star, Dost shine as a bride in her coronal glory, Our sister land, greeted and praised from afar; Shout back o'er the sea, To the Queen of the Free, Victorious splendor still lingers o'er thee.

Verse 4

Brittannia, hasten! Columbia, speed thee! The wide world is waiting a new, holy song; Be brave in the struggle, and onward God lead thee! Till jubilee cometh, exultant and long; The waves of the sea Shall chime with the free, To God in the heaven's the glory shall be.