And thou, blest Guardian, destin'd to defend
That Sacred Life on which all ours depend:
Thou sure, whose charge of old was  Court,
When sent from Heav'n great  strong support,
Thy arm unseen eluded cruel
And struck the useless Javelin to the Wall.
Thy later care o'er WILLIAM'S Temples held
On  propitious Banks the heav'nly Shield,
When EUROPE pale betwixt two Armies stood,
And trembling BRITAIN doubted to be good,
Till Miracles did WILLIAM'S right declare,
And Cannons mark't whom they were bid to spare.