Thou art the ever charming Son of the Father.
When thou tookest upon Thee to deliver this nation, Thou didst not abhor thy Father’s example.
When Thou hadst overcome the sharpness of want, Thou didst open the smiles of thy favour to all believers in a court.
Thou sittest at the right hand of —— in the Treasury of the Father.
We believe that Thou shalt come to be our scourge.
We therefore pray Thee provide for thy servants, whom Thou hast fed with thy renown. Make them to be numbered with thy slaves in livery everlasting.
O King, spare thy people of England.
And now squeeze thy people of Hanover.
Govern them as Thou hast governed us,
And confine them to their turnips for ever.