The Centuries Found Me To Nations Unknown, My People Have Crowned Me And Made Me A Throne; My Royal Regalia Is Love, Truth, And Light, A Girl Called Australia, I've Come To My Right. Though No Fields Of Conquest Grew Red At My Birth, My Dead Were The Noblest And Bravest On Earth; Their Strong Sons Are Worthy To Stand With The Best, My Brave Overlanders Ride West Of The West. My Cities Are Seeking The Clean And The Right; My Statesmen Are Speaking In London To-Night; The Voice Of My Bushmen Is Heard Oversea; My Army And Navy Are Coming To Me. By All My Grim Headlands My Flag Is Unfurled, My Artists And Singers Are Charming The World; The White World Shall Know Its Young Outpost With Pride; The Fame Of My Poets Goes Ever More Wide. By Old Tow'R And Steeple Of Nation Grown Grey The Name Of My People Is Spreading To-Day; Through All The Old Nations My Learners Go Forth; My Youthful Inventors Are Startling The North. In Spite Of All Asia, And Safe From Her Yet, Through Wide Australasia My Standards I'll Set; A Grand World And Bright World To Rise In An Hour, The Wings Of The White World, The Balance Of Power. Through Storm, Or Serenely, Whate'Er I Go Through, God Grant I Be Queenly! God Grant I Be True! To Suffer In Silence, And Strike At A Sign, Till All The Fair Islands Of These Seas Are Mine.