Bravely decked, come forth, bright day!

Bravely decked, come forth, bright day!
Thine hours with roses strew thy way,
As they well remember.
Thou received shalt be with feasts:
Come, chiefest of the British guests,
Thou Fifth of November!
Thou with triumph shalt exceed
In the strictest Ember;
For by thy return the Lord records His blessed deed.

Britons, frolic at your board!
But first sing praises to the Lord
In your congregations.
He preserved your State alone,
His loving grace hath made you one
Of his chosen nations.
But this light must hallowed be
With your best oblations:
Praise the Lord! for only great and merciful is He.

Death had entered in the gate,
And Ruin was crept near the State;
But Heaven all revealed.
Fiery powder hell did make
Which, ready long the flame to take,
Lay in shade concealed.
God us helped, of His free grace:
None to him appealed;
For none was so bad to fear the treason or the place.

God His peaceful monarch chose,
To him the mist He did disclose,
To him, and none other:
This He did, O King, for thee,
That thou thine own renown might'st see,
Which no time can smother.
May blest Charles, thy comfort be,
Firmer than his brother:
May his heart the love of peace and wisdom learn from thee!