Verse 1
When reason is by wrath supprest,
And frantic Superstition reigns,
Hark, how the many-headed beast
The great Diana’s cause maintains,
And Legion fierce with all his powers
The church, the church, incessant roars!
Verse 2
“High is the Church, whoe’er oppose,
“Whoe’er attempt to pull her down!
“High is the Church! ’gainst all her foes,
“The drunken sons of Babylon,
“Reeling—we stand—in Order’s aid—
“And swear—t’ uphold the Craftsmen’s trade![”]