1 Great Lord of all, thy matchless power
Archangels in the heavens adore;
With them, our Sovereign, thee we own,
And bow the knee before thy throne,

2 Let lovely peace with odor'd wing,
On us her grateful blessing fling;
Freedom spread beauteous as the morn,
And plenty fill her ample horn.

3 Pour on our Chief thy mercies down,
His days with heavenly wisdom crown;
Resolve his heart, where'er he goes,
To walk the way that duty shows.

4 Over our Capitol diffuse,
From hills divine, thy welcome dews,
While Congress, in one patriot band,
Prove the firm fortress of our land.

5 Our Magistrates with grace sustain,
Nor let them bear the sword in vain;
Long as they fill their awful seat,
Be Vice seen dying at their feet.

6 Forever from the western sky,
Bid the "destroying angel" fly!
With grateful songs our hearts inspire,
And round us raise a wall of fire.