ARISE, arise, put on thy glory,

Put on this day the garments of thy beauty,

City of learning, renowned from days of yore:

In the glory of thy head let thy exultation be great.

Behold he comes! to thee he comes, the mighty prince of war,

Before whose face his adversaries fear,

And all his foes before him bow.

"Twas he that with his thunder shook the tyrant's throne;

And unto him the kingdoms looked:

'Twas he that hurl'd him with his lightnings down,

And nations joy'd in their deliverer.

He too in peace the greatest (was),

The mighty man among the counsellors of the great king;

Counselling right things, and ruling justly:

An

enemy

to the changers of our constitutions without cause;

And all the seekers of new things he hath not loved.

The glory of his own house and its wealth he hath not sought ;

But the glory of this land he seeketh,

And its peace and its good for ever.

Therefore shall this land seek thy glory,

And make the glory of thy house great to all generations.

And now behold presenting thee,

Oxford presents thee with thy trebled crown:

That thou shouldest become the head of the city of learning,

Greatest from days of yore among the great.

And we in the shadow of thy glory will exult and rejoice; Because to our name, which is spread abroad,

Thy great name also is added.

And thou, O mighty hero, whom Jehovah hath made

Glorious above all the men of this generation,