O thou enthroned above the skies, To whom all rule belongs; To thee shall suited worship rise From trusting mortal tongues. When desolating wars assail, When wrong defies the right, We raise to thee our just appeal And ask for conquering might. The bow and spear were powerless Against thy hosts of old; To-day our loyal armies bless And make thy servants bold. Ordain success to crown our arms And hasten righteous peace: Preserve our land from future harms And spread abroad thy grace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POOR-HOUSE by SARA TEASDALE A LOVE LETTER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE FAIRY KING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ON LYDIA DISTRACTED; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES SCHUBERT'S (UNFINISHED) SYMPHONY by FRANCES BARTLETT |