Blest day, arise in State,
And roul along the Spheres,
As famous and as great
As the Morn,
From whose Return
Bright Phoebus dates his Years!
The Day that Anna’s Race begun
Vyes with the Birth-Day of the Sun.
From this happy Day we date,
Great Anna’s Birth, and Britain’s Joys.
Planets move and rule by Fate,
The Queen by Wisdom and by Choice.
The Sun imparts us Light and Heat:
Her Reign yields Blessings greater yet;
For Light and Heat no Noble Soul can please,
Without what she maintains, our Freedom, and our Ease.
Yet both alike in this they live,
That neither Share the rest they give.

By Seasons, and by fleeting Hours,
The Sun’s warm Comforts we compute,
The Spring can boast but Leaves and Flow’rs
Her Vertue still new Blessings pours,
And round the Year we taste the ripen’d Fruit.

No, Albion, thou canst ne’r repay
Thy generous Anna’s Care.
Her Thoughts by Night her Toyls by Day
Are still for Thee and still display
All that is kind and dear.
No, Albion, thou canst ne’r repay
Thy generous Ann’s Care.

Firm as a Rock above the Ocean seen,
Our Guardian sits, Majestic and Serene,
Like her Britannia’s self, among the Isles a Queen.
Our Pallas thus appears in Arms
But to secure the World’s Repose:
She shields its Friends, She quells its Foes
And awes at once and charms.
In vain on Seas in vain on Land,
Her Pow’r, her Genius, they withstand:
Whole Fleets, whole Countries, conquer’d, find
Wise Conduct with our British valour joyn’d;
And Crowns that Female Heads disclaim,
Now totter at a Female Name.

Brave Race of Troy, still wisely dare!
While your Pallas is your Care,
The Genius of Defence is here.
Your Altars Piety secures,
And Wisdom ev’ry Good insures:
Thus guarded best,
And ever blest,
A mighty State endures.

The Grand Chorus
Great Queen go on. Keep Europe free!
Her Hopes are all in Heav’n and Thee.
Still ’tis a Queen must Britain raise,
Still be her Pride, her Glory and her Praise.
Anna rules s success appears:
Down all Discord hence is hurl’d.
Many, many happy Years
Live, and Reign, and bless the World!