Great Guardian of Thy church below

Great Guardian of Thy church below,
Stretch out Thine arm on Britain's side,
The sons of Babel to o'erthrow.
Who deep as hell their counsels hide:
Conceal'd from us with closest art,
They cannot hide them, Lord, from Thee,
Whose flaming eyes look through the heart.
And hell without a covering see.

Thou know'st, and canst to us make known
Whate'er our craftiest foes devise;
It shall be to Thy servant shown.
The least that on Thy word relies:
Things in the royal chamber said,
(Like Syria's plots, in days of old,)
By ways invisible convey'd.
Shall to Thy meanest saint be told.

3. For this premonish'd from above
We now the opening seal attend,
And trust Thine all-disposing love,
That judgment shall in mercy end:
The bounded might of baffled man
The glory of Thy power shall raise,
Advance Thy all-redeeming plan,
And spread the victory of Thy grace.

What then have Thine elect to dread
In general peril and dismay?
We calmly to Thy word give heed.
Prophetic of the perfect day:
Led by Thy word's unerring clue
Wheel within wheel involved we see,
Look all subservient causes through,
And wait the birth of Thy decree.

Lord, we behold Thy mighty hand
Stretch'd out o'er all the nations now!
The counsel of Thy will shall stand,
The heathen to Thy sceptre bow;
Demons and men shall blindly join.
And Antichrist erect his throne,
To execute Thy grand design,
And bring Thy glorious kingdom down!