Classic Poem

Thou who from Thine eternal throne
 Dost guard the nations, small and great;
 Thine eye surveys our little state,
Thou seest how we, derided, groan.

To our good king Thy servant, Lord!
 The people's voice still fails to reach;
 Had he but heard our pleading speech,
We long had had our rights restored.

To Thee is every passage clear,
 No barrier can Thy path control;
 Thy word is heav'n's loud thunder-roll,
Speak Thou within our sovereign's ear!