Eternal Sovereign of the sky,

And Lord of all below;

We mortals to thy majesty

Our first obedience owe.

Our souls adore thy throne supreme,

And bless thy providence,

For magistrates of meaner name,

Our glory and defence.

[The crowns of British princes shine

With rays above the rest,

Where laws and liberties combine

To make the nation blest.]

Kingdoms on firm foundations stand,

While virtue finds reward;

And sinners perish from the land

By justice and the sword.

Let Caesar's due be ever paid

To Caesar and his throne;

But consciences and souls were made

To be the Lord's alone.