O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
India! India!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
India! India!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!

O beautiful for halcyon skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the enameled plain!
India! India!
God shed his grace on thee
Till souls wax fair as earth and air
And music-hearted sea!


India! India!
God shed his grace on thee
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!