CCLXXII. GOD's delivering Goodness acknowledged, and trusted.

PRAISE to the LORD, whose mighty Hand
So oft reveal'd hath sav'd our Land;
And, when united Nations rose,
Hath sham'd and scourg'd our haughtiest Foes.

When mighty Navies from afar
To Britain wasted floating War,
His Breath dispers'd them all with Ease,
And sunk their Terror in the Seas .

While for our Princes they prepare
In Caverns deep a burning Snare;
He shot from Heav'n a piercing Ray,
And the dark Treach'ry brought to Day .

Princes and Priests again combine
New Chains to forge, new Snares to twine;
Again our gracious GOD appears,
And breaks their Chains, and cuts their Snares.

Obedient Winds at his Command
Convey his Hero to our Land;
The Sons of Rome with Terror view,
And speed their Flight, when none persue .

Such great Deliv'rance GOD hath wrought,
And down to us Salvation brought;
And still the Care of Guardian-Heav'n
Secures the Bliss itself hath giv'n.

In Thee we trust, Almighty LORD,
Continu'd Rescue to afford:
Still be thy pow'rful Arm made bare,
For all thy Servants Hopes are there.