VI. ISRAEL and AMALEK.

OUR Banner is th' Eternal GOD,
Nor will we yield to Fear;
Amidst ten thousand fierce Assaults,
His mighty Aid is near.

To him the Hands of Faith we stretch,
And plead experienc'd Grace;
To him the Voice of Prayer we raise,
Nor will he hide his Face.

No more, proud Amalek, thy Boast,
"GOD'S Arm is feeble grown".
His Sword shall lop off every Hand,
That dares insult his Throne.

Awake, tremendous Judge, awake,
Our Nation's Cause to plead;
Nor let thine Israel's Foes, and thine
By Wickedness succeed.

Our fainting Hands, how soon they droop!
But thou the weak canst raise;
And in the Mount of Prayer canst leave
An Altar to thy Praise.