*Isle of beauty, isle of splendour,*

*Isle to all so sweet and fair,*

*All must surely gaze in wonder*

*At thy gifts so rich and rare.*

*Rivers, valleys, hills and mountains,*

*All these gifts we do extol.*

*Healthy land, so like all fountains,*

*Giving cheer that warms the soul.*

*Dominica, God hath blest thee*

*With a clime benign and bright,*

*Pastures green and flowers of beauty*

*Filling all with pure delight,*

*And a people strong and healthy,*

*Full of godly reverent fear.*

*May we ever seek to praise Thee*

*For these gifts so rich and rare.*

*Come ye forward, sons and daughters*

*Of this gem beyond compare.*

*Strive for honour, sons and daughters,*

*Do the right, be firm, be fair.*

*Toil with hearts and hands and voices.*

*We must prosper! Sound the call,*

*In which ev'ryone rejoices,*

*"All for Each and Each for All."*