HAil Loyal Sir! who timely didst provide
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Against our Ruine, and has turnd the Tide;
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Wisely composing this our frantick Age:
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How have you quelld the bold Fanaticks Rage?
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Those Wolves will now seem Lambs upon the Stage.
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When Pious Factions did in Crowds appear,
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You wrought our Safety with a Fathers Care;
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With easie Conduct, and by Right of Laws
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Oerthrew the Idols of the Canting Cause;
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Taught the bold Herd to know their Servile Bounds,
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Such was your Zeal to heal the Nations Wounds.
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Schism from you receivd a Fatal Blow,
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The Church now flourishes in their Overthrow;
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The Fountain purgd, Coelestial Streams must flow.
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Whilst to the Land Religious Peace you bring;
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At once you honor God, and serve your King.
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Thus you improve the Talent of your Trust,
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The Kingdoms Happiness proclaims you Just.
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Under your Wings were safe; for while you sway,
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Not Indias Wealth can Englands Peace betray.
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London, the Pride and Glory of the Land,
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The Spring of Peace, and Wars enflaming Brand,
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You rule the Nation as you that Command.
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Indulgent Patriot! Guardian of our Fate!
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Dissentions Scourge, and Pillar of the State,
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Your great Success fore-tells that happy Day,
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When Justice shall oer Belial-Conscience sway,
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And zealous Traitors suffer for their Crimes;
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You blast the dangrous Projects of the Times.
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A Nations Blessing, Thee, we must confess,
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Great in your Office, which may you possess,
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Till by your Sovraigns Favours raisd more high,
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Our one continued Blessing may you dye.
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Oh! who can sing thy Praise, or who can tell
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Your growing Worth? so far it does excell ------
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Your Vertues such, and such your Sacred Fame,
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Our grateful Land thus celebrates your Name.
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