For Thy own Glory sing our Sov'raign's Praise
(God of Verses and of Days)
Let all Thy Tuneful Sons adorn
Their lasting Work with  Name,
Let chosen Muses yet unborn
Take  Goodness for their Theam:
Eternal Structures let Them raise
On  and on  Praise,
Nor want new Subjects for the Song,
Nor fear They can exhaust the Store,
Till Nature's Musick lies unstrung,
Till Thou shalt shine no more.