God Save the Queen 

As a British Overseas Territory, the national anthem is "God Save the Queen".
Composed by John Bull, (1563 – 12/03/1628)

Beloved Isle Cayman

Composed by Leila Ross-Shier, June, 1930

 

God Save the Queen

God save our gracious Queen
Long live our noble Queen
God save the Queen
Send her victorious
Happy and glorious
Long to reign over us
God save the Queen

O Lord our God arise
Scatter her enemies
And make them fall
Confound their politics
Frustrate their knavish tricks
On Thee our hopes we fix
God save us all

Thy choicest gifts in store
On her be pleased to pour
Long may she reign
May she defend our laws
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice
God save the Queen

Not in this land alone
But be God’s mercies known
From shore to shore
Lord make the nations see
That men should brothers be
And form one family
The wide world over

From every latent foe
From the assassins blow
God save the Queen
O’er her thine arm extend
For Britain’s sake defend
Our mother, prince, and friend
God save the Queen

Lord grant that Marshal Wade
May by thy mighty aid
Victory bring
May he sedition hush
And like a torrent rush
Rebellious Scots to crush
God save the King

Beloved Isle Cayman

1. O land of soft, fresh breezes,
Of verdant trees so fair
With the Creator’s glory reflected ev’rywhere.
O sea of palest em’rald,
Merging to darkest blue,
When ‘ere my thoughts fly Godward,
I always think of you.

Chorus: Dear, verdant island, set
In blue Caribbean sea,
I’m coming, coming very soon,
O beauteous isle, to thee.
Although I’ve wandered far,
My heart enshrines thee yet.
Homeland! Fair Cayman Isle
I cannot thee forget

2. Away from noise of cities,
Their fret and carking care,
With moonbeams’ soft caresses,
Unchecked by garish glare,
Thy fruit and rarest juices,
Abundant, rich and free,
When sweet church bells are chiming,
My fond heart yearns for thee.

(Chorus)

3. When tired of all excitement,
And glam’rous worldly care,
How sweet thy shores to reach,
And find a welcome there,
And when comes on the season,
Of peace, good will to man,
‘Tis then I love thee best of all,
Beloved Isle, Cayman!

(Chorus)

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