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[From Raphael Samuel, ed., Patriotism. The Making and Unmaking of British National Identity, Routledge, London
and New York, 1989]
[19th century]
Loud let the Gospel trumpet blow
And call the nations from afar!
Let all the isles their Saviour know,
And earths remotest ends draw near.
Let Babylons proud altars shake,
And light invade her darkest gloom;
The yoke of iron bondage brake;
The yoke of Satan and of Rome.
With gentle beams on Britain shine
And bless her rulers and her priests;
And by thy energy divine,
Let sacred love inspire their breasts.
[Sunday School hymn; mid-19th century]
Tis to thy sovereign grace I owe
That I was born on British ground
Where streams of heavenly mercy flow
And words of sweet salvation sound.
I would not change my native land
For rich Peru with all her gold;
A nobler prize lies in my hand
Than East and Western Indies hold.
[May 1848 Reverend Hugh Stowell, rector of Christ Church, Salford exhortation to the
members of the Protestant Association]
Do not trace to Ireland that which should be traced to the shore of the Tiber. Rememeber that you
do a great injustice to Ireland if you set down her crime, her misery, her degradation, her
ingratitude, her restlessness, her perpetual beggary and woe, to the people to the country to the
blood, or to anything or everything but Popery Popery Popery.