For the Same

Still in the arms of faith and prayer,
(The prayer that shuts and opens heaven,)
Thy champion to Thy throne we bear;

To him the farther grace be ven;
Saved from his foes, persist to bless.
And save him from his own success.
While distant climes resound his name,
And raise his glory to the skies,
O might he all the praise disclaim.

Little, and mean in his owti eyes,
And prostrate in the dust submit
To lay his laurels at Thy feet.
Far from his generous bosom chase
That cruel insolence of power.
Which tramples on the human race,
Restless to have, and conquer more.

While bold above the clouds to' ascend,
The hero sinks into a fiend.
Thou by the Christian hero stand,
And guard the issues of his heart
Let mercy all his powers command,
Mercy his inmost soul convert,
Mercy, which came from heaven, to find,
To die for — him, and all mankind.
The sword, which he reluctant drew,
O may he soon rejoice to sheathe.
And rendering Thee the glory due,
Sole Arbiter of life and death,
His Saviour, and the world's confess,
And triumph in eternal peace.