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Thus, O thou MONARCH of the skies,
Forever let ambitious monarchs fare,
Whose impious hearts,
By guilty arts
Of force or fraud, profanely dare
From legal pow'r to tyranny to rise:
Thus let their own invented snare
Entangle all the sons of violence and lies.
But O, on Louis, the humane and just,
Still show'r thy blessings down,
Brighten the glories of his crown,
In righteousness confirm his throne,
And be his lawless foes all humbled to the dust,
Reward his virtues with those conscious joys,
Which none but virtuous monarchs feel;
Since, though of power unlimited possest,
That pow'r he gen'rously employs,
To succour the distrest;
And his diffusive zeal,
And kind concern for human weal,
Have prov'd him, since his glorious reign began,
Fair freedom's guardian, patron of th'opprest,
His people's father and the friend of man.
More than six times has thy all-chearing sun,
Blessings to all dispensing, run
His annual journey round the sky,
Since he commenc'd Columbia's kind ally,
And, on the most ingenuous terms,
His own united with her arms,
A common war to wage;
Defeat a base invader's aims,
Quell an oppressor's frantic rage,
And force him to recede from his injurious claims,
Already, by their double scourge,
Chastis'd the humbled tyrant George
Trembles and totters on his throne:
We view the scene with glad surprize.
But, Lord, the glory we disown;
Far hence, ye guilty boasts, begone!
Thine is the work, O GOD, and wondrous in our eyes.
Forever let ambitious monarchs fare,
Whose impious hearts,
By guilty arts
Of force or fraud, profanely dare
From legal pow'r to tyranny to rise:
Thus let their own invented snare
Entangle all the sons of violence and lies.
But O, on Louis, the humane and just,
Still show'r thy blessings down,
Brighten the glories of his crown,
In righteousness confirm his throne,
And be his lawless foes all humbled to the dust,
Reward his virtues with those conscious joys,
Which none but virtuous monarchs feel;
Since, though of power unlimited possest,
That pow'r he gen'rously employs,
To succour the distrest;
And his diffusive zeal,
And kind concern for human weal,
Have prov'd him, since his glorious reign began,
Fair freedom's guardian, patron of th'opprest,
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More than six times has thy all-chearing sun,
Blessings to all dispensing, run
His annual journey round the sky,
Since he commenc'd Columbia's kind ally,
And, on the most ingenuous terms,
His own united with her arms,
A common war to wage;
Defeat a base invader's aims,
Quell an oppressor's frantic rage,
And force him to recede from his injurious claims,
Already, by their double scourge,
Chastis'd the humbled tyrant George
Trembles and totters on his throne:
We view the scene with glad surprize.
But, Lord, the glory we disown;
Far hence, ye guilty boasts, begone!
Thine is the work, O GOD, and wondrous in our eyes.
Thus, O thou monarch of the skies,
Forever let th'ambitious fare,
Whose impious hearts profanely dare
By guilty arts to rise, &c.
Forever let th'ambitious fare,
Whose impious hearts profanely dare
By guilty arts to rise, &c.
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