Verse 1
Thou Friend to Virtue in distress,
Whose bowels melt with tenderness,
Whose heart o’reflows with love;
Our gracious Queen requires thycare,
Her fears dispel, her burthens bear,
And all her griefs remove.

Verse 2
On our inhospitable shore,
She hears the storming, billows roar,
The people’s madness sees,
While all the powers of hell engage
To rouse the wild rebellious rage
Of Brittish Savages.

Verse 3
No sex or rank the ruffians spare,
With insults vile the wrath they dare
Of suffering Majesty:
But turn, great God, the storm aside
And safely in thy bosom hide
A soul belov’d by Thee.

Verse 4
Born to insure her Consort’s peace,
The life of social happiness
Long mayshe live to prove,
And shine our bright Example here
Of faith and piety sincere,
And pure connubial love.

Verse 5
Long may our gracious Princess reign,
To sooth an anxious Monarch’s pain,
To charm his sorrows down,
O’repay, the rigors of his fate,
And help him to support the weight
And anguish of a crown.

Verse 6
Their blooming progeny increase
And thro’ succeeding ages bless
The long-continued line:
Thy kingdom in their hearts reveal,
In peace and joy unspeakable
And righteousness Divine.

Verse 7
The Earnest of their heaven bestow
(Which none can comprehend or know
Unreconcil’d to God);
The joy which from Religion springs,
And rank them with the priests and kings,
Redeem’d by Jesus’ blood.

Verse 8
Ev’n now the gracious token give,
Ev’n now the Royal Pair receive
In Thee supremely blest,
Their offspring in thy bosom hide,
And all thro’ every tempest guide
To thine eternal Rest.