Thomas Clark - Long did the patient peasants toil - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Not theirs alone heaven's gracious care,

 Nor theirs alone the song ;

 We in its bounties richly share,

 And we'll the notes prolong.

 
 God of our mercies! let each voice

 Unite to sound thy praise;

 And Britain's utmost coasts rejoice

 In thine abounding grace.

 
 Since all we have to thee we owe,

 May we be wholly thine;

 And serve thee first in worlds below,

 And then in realms divine.