The fight is made and won

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.