IX. Who is on the Lord's Side?

WHAT Bosom mov'd with pious Zeal
Does for its GOD'S Dishonour feel?
What Heart with generous Ardor glows
To plead his Cause against his Foes?

Great GOD, what Bosom can be cold?
What Coward must not here grow bold?
While Honour, Interest, Truth, and Love
Concur our inmost Souls to move?

Around thy Standard, Lord, we press,
Thine injur'd Honour to redress,
And with determin'd Voice demand
The Signal of thy conqu'ring Hand.

Thou shalt these sacred Weapons bless,
And lead thro' War to endless Peace;
Not Death itself our Souls shall dread,
For thine own Arm shall raise the Dead.