Grant us, O God! great Ruler of the Skies!
That which our love to thee will much increase,
The source from which life's choicest treasures rise,
The first of human blessings,—heav'n-born Peace.

Beneath her shade Science her views extends,
Cities and people with their laws improve;
Justice, her sister Virtue's rights defends,
And reigns with them in dignity and love.

But where mad War is, thence no good can spring,
The Laws grow dumb, Religion dormant lies;
Probity feels, alas! a venom'd sting,
Droops her fair form, and disregarded dies.

May Heaven favour this our native land,
Each social blessing may her sons enjoy;
May George with golden Peace reign hand in hand,
His power of doing good with zeal employ.