To thee, most Holy and most High

Verse 1

To thee, most Holy and most High, To thee we bring our thankful praise; Thy works declare thy name is nigh, Thy works of wonder and of grace.

Verse 2

Britain was doomed to be a slave, Her frame dissolved, her fears were great; When God a new supporter gave, To bear the pillars of the state.

Verse 3

He from thy hand received his crown, And sware to rule by wholesome laws; His foot shall tread th' oppressor down, His arm defend the righteous cause.

Verse 4

Let haughty sinners sink their pride, Nor lift so high their scornful head; But lay their foolish thoughts aside, And own the king that God hath made.

Verse 5

Such honors never come by chance, Nor do the winds promotion blow; 'Tis God the Judge doth one advance, 'Tis God that lays another low.

Verse 6

No vain pretence to royal birth Shall fix a tyrant on the throne: God, the great Sovereign of the earth, Will rise and make his justice known.

Verse 7

His hand holds out the dreadful cup Of vengeance mixed with various plagues, To make the wicked drink them up, Wring out and taste the bitter dregs.

Verse 8

Now shall the Lord exalt the just; And while he tramples on the proud, And lays their glory in the dust, My lips shall sing his praise aloud.