For the Magistrates

Thou, Lord of lords, and King of kings,
The' eternal Potentate we own;
From Thee its Source dominion springs,
A stream that issues from Thy throne:
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Thou hast ordain'd the powers that be,
lO govern by a grant from Thee.
The man who o'er Britannia reigns
As Thy vicegerent we receive
Thy providence his right maintains,
And bids him for his people Hve,
And bless us by his gentle sway,
And teach our hearts with joy to' obey.
To George in majesty supreme
We bow, as sitting on Thy seat,
To every ruler sent by him,
To every magistrate submit.
Whose delegated power is Thine,
Whose whole authority, Divine.
Strengthen their hands, almighty Lord,
Their sacred office to fulfil,
And let them use Thy vengeful sword
On those who daringly do ill,
Haters of government and peace,
Workers of all unrighteousness.
With terror arm, and virtuous zeal,
Against our king's and country's foes,
Impartial punishments to deal.

Our desperate, sworn, intestine foes.
Assassins from the land to chase.
And root out all the' accursed race.
Thy ministers to us for good.

Long may they in Thy service live,
By special grace on all bestow'd.

Our nation's dignity retrieve.
Our past prosperity restore.
And peace, till time shall be no more.