Australian Hymn - Australian National Anthem Candidate

Australian Hymn is another poem written by John Dunmore Lang in November 1826. It follows the same vein as Australian Anthem and I assume wasn’t included in the final vote for a new Australian National Anthem because of its focus on Britain, God and Racism also.


For the Native Youth of the Colony
Father of all! a youthful race

Unknown to fortune and to fame
Presumes to celebrate thy praise
And sing the glories of thy name
Australia’s sons would mingle theirs
With Britain’s vows and Britains prayers

Supreme in wisdom as in power
Thy throne O God for ever stands!
Thy righteous sceptre stretches o’er
The Northern and the Southern lands
From sea to sea, from pole to pole
Thou rulest the harmonious whole

Our sea-girt Isle thy presence shares
And thine Omnipotence displays
Known until thee from endless years
Were all its mountains, rivers, bays
It’s every shrub, its every tree
Was planted, mighty God by thee!

Fair on creation’s splendid page
Thy pencil sketched its wondrous plan
Thine had adorned it, many an age
Ere it was known or trod by man
When nought but Ocean’s ceaseless roar
Was heard along its voiceless shore

At length an occupant was given
To traverse each untrodden wild
The rudest mortal under Heaven
Stern natures long-forgotten child!
Compatriot of the tall Emu,
The Wombat and the Kangaroo!

Long did the savage tenant stray
Across his forest clad domain
And every mountain, river, bay
Confessed his undisputed reign
While his rude net and ruder spear
Supplied him with precarious cheer

But still no grateful song of praise
Was heard along Australia’s shore
Her mountains, rivers, lakes and bays
Saw no fond worshipper adore
His devious path the savage trod
But still he knew not, feared not God

God of our Isle! a happier race
Far o’er the wave thine hand has brought
And planted in the Heathen’s place
To serve thee in the Heathens lot
Grant then that we may all fulfil
Thy bright designs – thy heavenly will!

Chief over all thy works below
Thine eye regards the sons of men
Fixing their lot where’er they go
And mingling pleasure with their pain
In mercy, then, good Lord, command
Thy blessing on our Southern Land!

If the rude savage knew not thee
Nor felt devotion’s holy flame
Though every rock and every tree
Proclaimed the glories of thy name
O grant that in our Southern skies
The Sun of Righteousness may rise!

And let his bright effulgence chase
The shadows of the night away
That Australasia’s sable race
May hail the dawn of Gospel day
And joined with Britains sons, record
The triumphs of their Heavenly Lord.

So shall Australia’s deepest bays
And grassy vales, and mountains blue
Resource with the sweet song of praise
From ransomed men of every hue
Whle Polynesia’s Isles around
Re-echo with the joyful sound