Verse 1
Lord, thou hast bid thy people pray
For all that bear the sov’reign sway,
And thy vicegerents reign;
Rulers, and governors, and powers:
And lo! In faith we pray for ours;
Nor can we pray in vain.

Verse 2
Jesu, thy chosen servant guard,
And every threatning danger ward
From his anointed head;
Bid all his griefs and troubles cease,
And thro’ the paths of heavenly peace
To life eternal lead.

Verse 3
Cover his enemies with shame,
Defeat their dire malicious aim,
Their baffled hopes destroy;
But shower on him thy blessings down;
Crown him with grace, with glory crown,
And everlasting joy.

Verse 4
To hoary hairs be thou his God,
Late may he seek that high abode,
Late to his heaven remove;
Of virtues full, and happy days,
Accounted worthy by thy grace
To fill a throne above.

Verse 5
And when thou dost his sp’rit receive,
O give him, in his offspring, give
Us back our king again;
Preserve them, providence divine,
And let the long-illustrious line
To latest ages reign.

Verse 6
Secure us of his royal race
A man to stand before thy face,
And exercise thy power;
With wealth, prosperity, and peace,
Our nation and our church to bless,
Till time shall be no more.