LXXXIV. Confederate Nations defied by those who sanctify GOD.

GREAT GOD of Hosts, attend our Pray'r,
And make the British Isles thy Care:
To thee we raise our suppliant Cries,
When angry Nations round us rise.

Fain would they tread our Glory down,
And in the Dust defile our Crown,
Deluge our Houses with our Blood,
And burn the Temples of our GOD.

But 'midst the Thunder of their Rage,
We thy Protection would engage:
O raise thy saving Arm on high,
And bring renew'd Deliv'rance nigh.

May Britain, as one Man, be led
To make the LORD her Fear and Dread;
Our Souls no other Fear shall know,
Tho' Earth were leagu'd with Hell below.

Give Ear, ye Countries from afar;
Ye proud associate Nations, hear;
While fix'd on him, who rules the Sky,
Our Hearts your threatned War defy.

Ye People, gird your selves in vain,
Your scatter'd Force unite again;
Again shall all that Force be broke,
When GOD with us shall deal the Stroke.

Now he records our humble Tears,
With ardent Vows for future Years,
And destines for approaching Days
Victorious Shouts, and Songs of Praise.

Emanuel's Land shall safe remain,
Blest with its Saviour's gentle Reign;
Till ev'ry hostile Rumour cease
In the fair Realms of perfect Peace.