British patriotic song sung to the tune of Pomp and Circumstance, March no. 1, by Edward Elgar. The lyrics follow:

Land of hope and glory,
Mother of the free,
How can we extol thee,
Who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider
May thy bounds be set,
God, who made thee mighty,
Make thee mightier yet.

A C Benson

To be sung standing at attention while safe in the knowledge that, in spite of what some people may say, Britain still is and always has been great. One of my fondest memories is of singing this on the fiftieth anniversary of VE Day in full uniform.

Mind you, belting out the words doesn't half tend to spoil a good rendition of Pomp and Circumstance, which is beautiful without lyrics. It depends on what one intends to hear when one starts, I suppose.

Thanks to Tiefling for corrections.

Land of Hope and Glory is the anthem of the Proms in the Royal Albert Hall, and is sung by the whole audience on the last night.

Given the events of September 11th, 2001, the song, along with Rule, Britannia, were removed from the program where they were due to be performed on September 14th, and the lyrics to have been deemed too jingoistic by the national union of teachers, given the war on terror. The words are to be changed for the UK National Schools Proms on November 7th.

The new proposed lyrics are:

Music and our voices
Unite us all as one,
Let our sound be mighty,
Sung by everyone.
Deeper and still deeper
Shall our bounds be set
Bring our world together
Make us closer yet. 

Sir Edward Elgar wrote five Pomp and Circumstance Marches, all wordless. When he composed the March No. 1 in 1901 it was not originally intended to go with the poem of A.C. Benson (1862-1925), which was written for Elgar's 1902 Coronation Ode. King Edward VII had like the tune so much he suggested adding words to it: Pomp and Circumstance No. 1 was re-used in the Ode, then the chorus was re-used in revised form back on the March. In this form it was first sung by Dame Clara Butt in 1902.

The march with the chorus has become synonymous with English patriotism, both serious and in excessive fun; and probably most of the time the version we hear is the raucous celebration of the Last Night of the Proms. But it can be very different.

I was moved to tears yesterday by a haunting, ethereal rendition, as stirring and noble as any I have ever heard but infinitely more serious and deeply touching. The low, willowy voice of Kathleen Ferrier sang it, and Sir John Barbirolli conducted the Hallé Orchestra. The sound recording was of poor quality: it was 16th November 1951, in the Free Trade Hall, Manchester, rebuilt from its wartime ruins. This was part of the reopening concert, in the presence of the Queen (later The Queen Mother). (It was released on a Barbirolli compilation in 2002.)

Ferrier's unique, utterly thrilling voice made it sound like the English folksongs she was famed for; and also like a solemn oratorio: like Elgar's own Gerontius perhaps. Old, and distant, and intimate, and personal. The chorus came in, under Barbirolli's masterful direction, perfect for Elgar, and yes it was a patriotic song, a praise of their recovery from war and their rebuilding, but it was quietly so, for all the fervour of the singing. I cannot remember when I have last been so moved by music.

The full text of the poem follows:

Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned.
God make thee mightier yet!
On Sov'ran brows, beloved, renowned,
Once more thy crown is set.
Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained,
Have ruled thee well and long;
By Freedom gained, by Truth maintained,
Thine Empire shall be strong.

Land of Hope and Glory,
Mother of the Free,
How shall we extol thee,
Who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider
Shall thy bounds be set;
God, who made thee mighty,
Make thee mightier yet.
God, who made thee mighty,
Make thee mightier yet.

Thy fame is ancient as the days,
As Ocean large and wide:
A pride that dares, and heeds not praise,
A stern and silent pride:
Not that false joy that dreams content
With what our sires have won;
The blood a hero sire hath spent
Still nerves a hero son.

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