Ruler supreme, who hearest humble prayer, Hold our dominion within thy loving care; Help us to find, O God, in thee A lasting, rich reward, As waitin… - Robert Stanley Weir

O Canada! Beneath thy shining skies May stalwart sons and gentle maidens rise, To keep thee steadfast through the years From East to Western Sea, Our own beloved native land! Our True North, strong and free!

God keep our land glorious and free! O Canada, we stand on guard for thee. O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

Dreaming upon the sands I lift mine eyes to gaze Beyond the infinite and heaving blue; The far horizon, blurred in cloud and haze, Bends o'er some beach (I muse) a thousand leagues from view. "And there," saith Fancy, " looking toward these sands, Wistful like thee, an unknown dreamer stands!"