Classic Poem

Eternal Sov'reign 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 rulers of these states shall shine
With rays above the rest,
While laws and liberties combine
To make a 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.