Classic Poem

Thanks to God for the Preservation of the Life of our Sovereign King George III. from the Hands of Margaret
Nicholson,who attempted to assassinate his Majesty

M Y God, accept my grateful Thanks,
Which I would to thee give;
Thou did'st preserve our gracious King;
Great George does longer Live.

Thou would'st not give him up to Death,
By a base Woman's Hand:
Oh! may he long a Blessing live
To this our favor'd Land.

Yea, favor'd with a Prince that's mild,
To guard the British Throne;
And where the Gospel of thy Son
Is daily taught and known.

What a fine Olive-branch of Peace,
Does from this Gospel grow!
Finer than that the Dove pluck'd off,
When we it's Beauties know.

Under our Vine and Fig-tree fit,
None dare make us afraid;
Since we these Blessings still enjoy,
What could offend the Maid?

Sure Pride and Want had seiz'd her Brain
And tortur'd so her Mind;
In frenzy 'tempts her Sov'reign's Life,
Who gracious is and kind.

His Lenity excused her Fault,
He thought she was Insane:
" Take Care of her, but hurt her not, "
No Anger did she gain.

His Life was precious in God's Sight,
And to his Subjects dear;
God's friendly Hand turn'd off the Blow,
When danger seem'd so near.

Well may his Royal Partner love
A Spouse so good and kind;
Sure not a Prince upon this Earth
Like to great George you'll find.

How many Olive Branches fair,
This Royal Pair surround!
Oh! may they long and happy reign,
With shining Virtues crown'd.

And when their mortal Lives shall end,
May God give them a Crown,
In Heav'n, to cast at Jesu's Feet,
Of Glory and Renown!