Classic Poem

By me, says Wisdom, monarchs reign,
And princes right decree;
The conduct of the land and main
Is minister'd by me.

Where neither Philip's son was sped,
Nor Roman eagles flew,
The English standard rears its head,
To storm and to subdue.

Our gallant fleets have won success,
Christ Jesus at the helm,
And let us therefore kneel and bless
The sovereign of the realm.

This day the youth began his race,
With angels for allies,
And God shall give him strength and grace
To claim the naval prize.

His righteous spirit he fatigu'd
To speak the nation's peace;
Yet more and more the Papists leagu'd
To mar the world's increase.

The Lord accept his good intent,
And be his great defence,
And may his enemies repent
At no prescrib'd expence.

As yet this isle the proof has stood,
Which God from all disjoins;
O make him singularly good,
And bless with fruit his loins.

His eastern, western bounds enlarge,
Which swarms in vain contest,
And keep the people of his charge
In wealth and godly rest.