Verse 1
A prince who bears the Christian name
Should flattery with abhorrence shun,
But praises above all disclaim
And honours due to God alone,
Nor dare to rival the Most-High,
Or the great King of kings defy.
Verse 2
The sole immortal Potentate,
His dread prerogative maintains,
Inthron’d in everlasting state
And jealous of his glory reigns
While monarchs mingle with the rest,
And make the worms a royal feast.