If not Defended by his mighty power
Tis he that doth our Church with freedome Crown,
And beats the Popish Superstitions down
Under her feet, and may they never rise,
Nor in vile Darkness Reinvolve our Eyes;
Since Heaven whose mercies ever are most tender
Hath both restor’d our faith and Faiths Defender
Let us to both a strict Adherence pay,
And for their preservation ever pray.
Since thus Truths happy Bark hath reach’d our shore,