O Canada! Our fathers' land of old Thy brow is crown'd with leaves of red and gold. Beneath the shade of the Holy Cross Thy children own their birth No stains thy glorious annals gloss Since valour shield thy hearth. Almighty God! On thee we call Defend our rights, forfend this nation's thrall, Defend our rights, forfend this nation's thrall. Altar and throne command our sacred love, And mankind to us shall ever brothers prove. O King of Kings, with Thy mighty breath All our sons do Thou inspire. May no craven terror of life or death, E'er damp the patriot's fire. Our mighty call loudly shall ring, As in the days of old, "For Christ and the King!" As in the days of old, "For Christ and the King!"