CCCLXVIII. An Hymn for a Fast-Day in Time of War.

GREAT GOD of Heav'n and Nature, rise,
And hear our loud united Cries:
See Britain bow before thy Face
Thro' all her Coasts, and seek thy Grace.

No Arm of Flesh we make our Trust;
Nor Sword, nor Horse, nor Ships we boast:
Thine is the Land, and thine the Main,
And human Force and Skill is vain.

Our Guilt might draw thy Vengeance down
On ev'ry Shore, on ev'ry Town;
But view us, LORD, with pitying Eye,
And lay thy lifted Thunder by.

Forgive the Follies of our Times;
And purge our Land from all its Crimes;
Reform'd and deck'd with Grace divine,
Let Princes Priests and People shine.

O may no GOD-provoking Sin
Thro' all our Camps and Navies reign;
No foul Reproach, to drive from thence
Our surest Glory and Defence.

So shall our GOD delight to bless,
And crown our Arms with wide Success:
Our Foes shall dread JEHOVAH'S Sword,
And conqu'ring Britain shout the LORD.