I checked, yes, sung by Paul Robson.
The voice, breathtaking!
But listen to the words.
What raptures of emotion, of enthusiasm, dedication, service and worship can only be reached by the man with one barely open eye and closed mind.

I love national anthems, the one of the Soviet Union is the most stirring of all. So, Zac, thanks for that, especially as I have not heard the words in English before.
I am reminded of this by Shelley published in 1818-

Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".