Hymns Written in the Time of the Tumults, 2

Thou most compassionate High-priest,
In answer to our joint request
United to Thy own,
With pity's softest eye behold
The sheep which are not of this fold,
The church in Babylon.

The ignorant who miss their way,
Not wilfully, but weakly stray;
O let Thy bowels move
To these by furious hate pursued,
And from the frantic multitude
Conceal their lives above.

As sheep appointed to be slain.
By cruel, persecuting men,
By fierce, fanatic zeal;
By Christian wolves, refor7?id in name.
Whose dire atrocious deeds proclaim
The synagogue of hell.

Thy help to the distress'd afford.
The men that tremble at Thy word.
The quiet of the land;
Thy worshippers, if blind, sincere.
Who honour Thy vicegerent t here,
And bless his mild command.

And O! beneath Thy mercy's wings.
Hide and preserve the best of kings.
Our king by right Divine:
His consort in Thy bosom bear,
His children make Thy darling care,
And seal them ever Thine.
The father of his people bless
With outward and internal peace;
And when his work is done,
Our hoary patriot king receive,
Redeem'd from earth, with Thee to live.
And wear an heavenly crown.
HYMN in.