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The Sanctuary

A Companion in Verse for the English Prayer Book. By Robert Montgomery

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Collect for the Queen's Majesty.

Lord of all lords! and King of kings!
How can that Church unloyal be,
Who views in all majestic things
Some answ'ring Type, which tells of Thee
As God's Anointed, monarchs sway,
And in their sceptre, crown, and throne
Faith can discern a borrow'd ray
Of Him, Whom Saints and Seraphs own.
Thy charter'd Deputies they are
By Grace, and not by Compact, given,—
Princes who rule in peace and war,
And have their title-deeds in heaven.
And should'st Thou, O mysterious God!
Let tyranny and torture rise,
And Despots, with an iron rod,
A sacred freedom sacrifice,
Our weapon shall be prayers, and tears,
Persuasion mild and moral strength,
With all by which our righteous fears
To kings are spoken out, at length.
But, far as hell be regicides,
Rebellion, blood, and lawless will!
Our model is The Crucified,
And crucifixion says—“Be still!”

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Like plagues and earthquakes, fire and flood,
Whate'er the penal curse may be,
Bad Rulers are, to try the good,
And punish Earth's iniquity.
Through wicked kings, some wickedness
In justice oft stern Heaven declares;
And when our vices rankle less,
False Empires will be freed from theirs.
 

Ps. xl. 100.

See Filmer and Sanderson; also, a well-known Sermon, preached before the University of Oxford, Nov. 5, 1840.