1 To Thee, most Holy, and most High,
To Thee we bring our thankful Praise;
Thy Works declare thy Name is nigh,
Thy Works of Wonder and of grace.
2 Britain was doom'd to be a Slave,
Her Frame dissolv'd, her Fears were great;
When GOD a new Supporter gave,
To bear the Pillars of the state.
3 He from thy Hand receiv'd his Crown,
And swore to rule by wholesome Laws;
His Foot shall tread th' Oppressor down,
His Arm defend the righteous Cause.
4 Let haughty Sinners sink their Pride,
Nor lift so high their scornful Head;
But lay their foolish Thoughts aside,
And own the King that GOD hath made.
5 Such Honours never come by Chance,
Nor do the Winds Promotion blow;
'Tis GOD the Judge doth one advance,
'Tis GOD that lays another low.
6 No vain Pretence to Royal Birth
Shall fix a Tyrant on the throne:
GOD, the great Sov'reign of the Earth,
Will rise, and make his Justice known.
7 [His Hand holds out the dreadful Cup
Of Vengeance, mix'd with various Plagues,
To make the Wicked drink 'em up,
Wring out, and taste the bitter dregs.
8 Now shall the Lord exalt the Just;
And while he tramples on the Proud,
And lays their Glory in the Dust,
My Lips shall sing his Praise aloud.]
|First Line:||To Thee, most Holy, and most High|
|Title:||Power and Government from GOD alone.|
|Topic:||Afflicted: very great; Authority from God; Britain's: delivered from slavery(7 more...)|
|Notes:||Applied to the glorious Revolution by King William, or the happy Accession of King George to the Throne.|