O Harmony where’s now thy Pow’r,
That made the Forrest move,
And list’ning Spheres approve
The Musick of thy Bow’r?

To bid the New-Born SEASON Joy,
Thy Former Charms Renew;
Generous Musick, all Employ,
All, All, and All too Few.

Chor. Come Goddess, in Splendour and Grandeur Appear,
To Welcome the Promis’d and Promising YEAR.

A Year Tryumphant in it’s Morn,
In Infancy Renown’d;
Like Hercules for Wonders Born,
And in the Cradle Crown’d.

This, this is the Way to be Crown’d,
With the Motto of Fame;
From the Cradle Renown’d,
And EVER THE SAME.

On; Persue your Game of Glory,
Thro’ Unbeaten Tracks of Fame;
Deeds Unmatch’d in Antient Story;
On, persue your Glorious Game.

Chor. Smiling Omens March afore ye
On; persue your Game of Glory.

Ah! No; the fruitless Chase give o’er;
Can Greater Joys Remain
Than those have Blest our ANNA’s Reign?
Yes; Farther Joys Remain,
A New Discover’d Store;
And this Auspicious Year is Born for More.

Ch. They’r coming (we see ’em) an Army Compleat,
For Relief of Griev’d Nations and Tyrants Defeat.

Happy Britain, Happy Realm!
Such a QUEEN and PRINCE in Court,
Such MINISTERS at Helm:
Such Troops by Sea and Land,
Such GENERALS to Command;

And these Glories to Support,
Thy PEERS like Stars in Council set;
Thy Galaxie of GUARDIANS met.
By Generous Measures,
Supplying with Treasures
Thy National Wants,
And Doubling their Gifts by Dispatch in their Grants.

O for a Muse of Fire,
And more than Mortal Quire
To Sing the Royal Pair,
Whose Prudent, Pious, Prosp’rous Care
Such Glorious Hopes Inspire.

Charming Themes, but ah! in Vain,
Shall Mortal Harmony Essay
The Triumphs of our ANNA’s Reign,
And Glories of the Day.

Grand Chorus.
Let us Try, Let us Try, in so Glorious a Cause,
Tis Noble to Dare, and we Fall with Applause:
Sound, sound an Alarm,
While our Courage is Warm:
Let us Try, Let us Try,
Tis Glory to Conquer, and Honour to Die.

FINIS.