Hymns on the Expected Invasion, 12

But will the gracious Lord,
Who hides us in His breast,
Redeem His servants from the sword,
And give up all the rest?
Wilt Thou Thy fury pour
On the obdurate crowd.

And let the Romish wolf devour
The men that know not God?
Bowels Divine, forbid!

Forbid it, heavenly grace!
And let the mourning praying seed
Protect the sinful race:
To Abraham'' s Son and God,
With Abraham V faith we cry,
O spare a nation in their blood,
Nor let the wicked die.