1 Eternal Sovereign of the sky, And Lord of all below, We mortals to thy majesty Our first obedience owe.
2 Our souls adore thy throne supreme, And bless thy providence For magistrates of meaner name, Our glory and defence.
3 [The crowns of British princes shine With rays above the rest, Where laws and liberties combine To make the nation bless'd.]
4 Kingdoms on firm foundations stand, While virtue finds reward; And sinners perish from the land By justice and the sword.
5 Let Cesar's due be ever paid To Cesar and his throne; But consciences and souls were made To be the Lord's alone.