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Isaac Watts - Hymn 149
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Honor to magistrates; or, Government from God.

Eternal Sovereign of the sky,
And Lord of all below;
We mortals to thy majesty
Our first obedience owe.

Our souls adore thy throne supreme,
And bless thy providence,
For magistrates of meaner name,
Our glory and defence.

[The crowns of British princes shine
With rays above the rest,
Where laws and liberties combine
To make the nation blest.]

Kingdoms on firm foundations stand,
While virtue finds reward;
And sinners perish from the land
By justice and the sword.

Let Caesar`s due be ever paid
To Caesar and his throne;
But consciences and souls were made
To be the Lord`s alone.
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