CHORUS. Then, Neptune, the hero revere, Whose power is superior to thine! 150 And, when his proud squadrons appear, The trident and chariot resign! Albion, wake thy grateful voice! Let thy hills and vales rejoice! O'er remotest hostile regions Thy victorious flags are known; Thy resistless martial legions Dreadful move from zone to zone. Thy flaming bolts unerring roll, And all the trembling globe control: 160 Thy seamen, invincibly true, No menace, no fraud, can subdue: To thy great trust Severely just, All dissonant strife they disclaim: To meet the foe, Their bosoms glow; Who only are rivals in fame. CHORUS. Thy seamen, invincibly true, No menace, no fraud, can subdue: 170 All dissonant strife they disclaim, And only are rivals in fame. For Edward tune your harps, ye Nine! Triumphant strike each living string; For him, in ecstasy divine, Your choral Io Pæans sing! For him your festive concerts breathe! For him your flowery garlands wreath! Wake! O wake the joyful song! Ye Fauns of the woods, 180 Ye Nymphs of the floods, The musical current prolong! Ye Silvans, that dance on the plain, To swell the grand chorus accord! Ye Tritons, that sport on the main, Exulting, acknowledge your lord! Till all the wild numbers combined, That floating proclaim Our Admiral's name, In symphony roll on the wind! 190 CHORUS. Wake! O wake the joyful song! Ye Silvans, that dance on the plain, Ye Tritons, that sport on the main, The musical current prolong!