Classic Poem

From foes that would the land devour;
From guilty pride, and lust of power;
From wild sedition's lawless hour;
From yoke of slavery;
From blinded zeal by faction led;
From giddy change by fancy bred;
From poisonous error's serpent head,
Good Lord, preserve us free!

Defend, oh God! with guardian hand,
The laws and ruler of our land,
And grant our church thy grace to stand
In faith and unity!
The spirit's help of thee we crave,
That thou whose blood was shed to save,
May'st, at thy second coming, have
A flock to welcome thee!