From Songs, hymns, and psalms by Jonas Hanway, song 27, 1783.

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Rule Britannia

 When Britain first at Heav'ns Command, 
 arose from the Azure Main,
 arose arose from out the Azure Main;
 This was the Charter, the Charter of the Land,
 and Guardian Angels sing this Strain,
 Rule Britannia, Britannia Rule the Waves,
 Britons never will be Slaves.
 
 The nations, not so blest as thee,
 Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall,
 Must, in, &c.
 Whilst thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish great and free,
 The dread and envy of them all. 
 Rule, Britannia, &c.
 
 Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
 More dreadful from each foreign stroke,
 More dreadful, &c.
 As the loud blast, that tears the skies,
 Serves but to root thy native oak.
 Rule, Britannia, &c.
 
 Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame,
 All their attempts to bend thee down,
 All their, &c.
 Will but arouse, arouse they gen'rous flame,
 And work their woe, and thy renown.
 Rule, Britannia, &c.
  
 To thee belongs the rural reign;
 Thy cities shall with commerce shine,
 Thy cities, &c.
 All thine shall be, shall be the subject main,
 And ev'ry shore it circles, thine.
 Rule, Britannia, &c.
 
 The Muses, still with Freedom found,
 Shall to thy happy coast repair,
 Shall to, &c.
 Blest Isle! with beauties, with matchless beauties crown'd,
 Rule, Britannia, &c.