Ascend o'er altar shrines,
Unmarred by sounds of ill!
And let the voice that loves with lyre to blend
Go forth from lips of blameless holiness,
In accents of great joy!
Strophe IV
[*]And may the rule in which the people share
Keep the State's functions as in perfect peace,
E'en that which sways the crowd,
[*]Which sways the commonwealth,