Sovereign of Heav’n and Earth, Behold

Sovereign of Heav’n and earth

be­hold

The na­tion at Thy feet;

There rich and poor

and young and old

In low­ly pos­ture meet.

Thither would we with grate­ful frame

Our thank­ful trib­ute bring

And ce­le­brate the glo­ri­ous name

Of our ex­alt­ed king.

He breaks the bow and cru­el sword

And makes the wars to cease;

Come

let us mag­ni­fy the Lord

Who gives the na­tion peace.

The war­like trump no more we hear

Inviting to the field;

No more do hos­tile ar­mies wear

The hel­met and the shield.

The thun­der­ing can­non cease to roar

Nor spread de­struc­tion round;

The mur­der­ous en­gines now no more

Tear up the fer­tile ground.

See com­merce raise her faint­ing head

And trade re­vive again;

Our nu­mer­ous fleets the seas o’er­spread

And fear­less plow the main.

Before the Ma­jes­ty of Heav’n

Our mer­cies past we own;

The work of peace alone was Thine:

Let praise sur­round the throne.