There's much blood on our hands, Lord,
But no blood guiltiness;
'Twas shed to give men Freedom
From rapine and duress
Spain's blood was of Atonement
For ills that she had done,
And ours was sacrificial,
As that of Thy dear son.

    Gloria in Excelsis,
    For the fight is made and won;
    Gloria in Excelsis,
    For the fight is made and won.

We came to Thee in arms, Lord,
In panoply of war;
And found Thy battle chargers
Yoked to Thy fighting car
We come to Thee in arms, Lord,
And asked Thy benison;
And lo! the Seraph's flame sword
Was made out swift falchion.

    Gloria in Excelsis,
    For the fight is made and won;
    Gloria in Excelsis,
    For the fight is made and won.

We come to Thee in peace, Lord,
Fresh from the reeking fields;
With new, strange names of glory
Emblazon'd on our shields
The warfare is accomplished,
The fierce Crusade is done,
And on the One-starr'd Standard
Has risen a nation's sun.

    Gloria in Excelsis,
    For the fight is made and won;
    Gloria in Excelsis,
    For the fight is made and won.