Hymns for the Nation, 3

' By whom shall Jacob arise! For he is smafir-
Amos viii. 2.
I. By whom, O God, shall Britain rise.
So small in all the nation's eyes,
So lessen'd in her own?
Out of the deep, we cry to Thee,
And with profound humility
Besiege Thy gracious throne.

By whom, O God, shall Britain rise?
Not by the' ignoble slaves of vice
Who have their country sold,
Betray'd us in their prosperous hour
To raise a restless faction's power,
And glut their lust of gold.

Not by the basest tools of war.
Who all Thy plagues and judgments dare,
In oaths and blasphemies.
Ravage their friends with sword and fire,
Through covetous or foul desire,
And hate the thoughts of peace.

By whom — but we inquire in vain,
Till Thou Thy own design explain.
For only. Lord, to Thee
Thy works, before the world began,
Thy chosen instrument, were known
From all eternity.

Thy searching eye beholds him now:
While suppliant at Thy feet we bow,
To us the man be show'd.
The' intrepid man of virtuous zeal.
Resolved and incorruptible.
Who seeks our nation's good:

Our nation's good, and not his own;
While listening to the plaintive moan.
Of loyalty oppress'd.
He serves his king's and God's designs,
America and Britain joins.
And blends them in his breast.

O that he in the gap may stand,
Raised up to save a sinking land,
Our blessings to restore,
Concord, and peace, and loyal fear,
And truth and piety sincere,
Till time shall be no more.

Then shall we. Lord, surround Thy throne,
Through Christ inseparably one.
United in Thy praise.
And sing, with all those hosts above,
The triumphs of all-conquering love
In everlasting lays.