Ring Out Your Glad Peals Of Rejoicing! Wake Music'S Enlivening Strain! Let The Sound Float Abroad O'Er Your Waters, And Echo Through Valley And Plain; From The Shores Of The Far-Distant Fundy, To The Lakes Of The Limitless West, Let The Sound Of A People'S Exulting Go Forth In Its Joyous Unrest! For A Great Christian Nation, This Morning, From Fragments Disjointed Made One, With The Laws And The Speech Of Old England, Looks Up To The New-Risen Sun; And, Scarce Conscious As Yet Of Her Mission - Of The Wealth Of Her Young, Earnest Life - Starts Out In The March Of The Nations, To A Future With Perils How Rife! Yet Who Shall Not Hope For That Future - God'S Wide-Open Book In Her Hand, With Her Sturdy And Truth-Loving Yeomen, Her Broad-Spreading Acres Of Land? - And Who Does Not Welcome The Rising Of A New Star Of Promise This Morn, Whose Beams Shall Illumine The Darkness Of Millions That Yet Are Unborn? Then Hail We, In Songs Of Rejoicing, Our Father-Land Over The Sea, Britannia, Pride Of The Ocean, The Home Of The Gallant And Free! - Hail, Queen Of Dominions That Girdle The World Like An Emerald Zone, Victoria, Head Of Three Empires, Meek Sovereign Of Earth'S Proudest Throne! And Hail To Our New-Born Dominion! Hail, Canada, Happy And Blest! May Thy Flag Ever Wave O'Er The Freest, Most Glorious Clime Of The West; Be Freedom Thy Watchword, And Onward, Thy Motto, Still Cherished And True, And Ever Abroad On The Breezes Float Thy Time-Honored "Red, White And Blue."