Hymns for the Nation, 17

Let earth be glad, the Lord is king,
The multitude of isles may sing,
Britain may still rejoice in Him,
The Lord almighty to redeem,
Who o'er the' impatient heathen reigns,
And holds our furious foes in chains.

Frowning on us. He seems awhile
On perjured parricides to smile,
Our foes with much long-suffering spares,
A bundle of devoted tares;
But bids us patiently attend
His time, and calmly mark the end!

Escaping for their wickedness,
Triumphant in their sure success,
Off from their necks the yoke they shake.
And as meek saints the kingdom take,
And 'stablish, both by land and sea,
The fifth, the final monarchy.

Yet instruments of Thy design.
The kingdom is not theirs, but Thine,
Who dost with wisdom deep employ
Thy foes each other to destroy,
And use, beyond their own intent,
To shock, and purge the Continent.

; Extirpating the' ungodly race,
With whom wilt Thou supply their place?
With Israel's tribes so long conceal'd.?
v&.Jens, and real Christians fill'd?
With savages through Jesu's blood
Redeem'd, and seal'd the sons of God?

America, we trust shall show
Thy glorious kingdom fix'd below,
A kingdom of perennial peace,
Pure joy, and perfect righteousness,
Not of this world, but that above,
Where all is hannony and love.

Then shall Thy whole design be seen,
How far beyond the thoughts of men!
When all authority put down,
All powers are swallow'd up in one,
And challenging Thy right Divine,
Thou claim'st the universe for Thine.

Then shall we Hallelujah sing.
Angels and saints, to Christ our King,
Loud as the mighty waters' noise,
Loud as the ratthng thunder's voice,
"The' Omnipotent His sway maintains,
The Lord, our God, for ever reigns!"