Hymns for the National Fast, 10

C.4n the disciples of our Lord
With unconcern their country see
Destroy'd by parricides abhorr'd.
And not complain, O God, to Thee?
The little flock, the pious few.
Whose number 7ve aspire to' increase,
When sinners reign, what can we do
But pray against their wickedness?

Snatch'd from the flames by grace Divine,
We see the dire assassin-band
Pursuing still their cursed design.
To spread confusion through the land.
In league with our inveterate foe,
Indignant Britons to enthral,
And gainers by the pubUc woe,
To triumph in their country's fall.

The factious enemies to peace,
The friends of Gaiil and tools of hell,
J'hey know if wars and tumults cease
They must their due demerits feel
Their darkest works shall then appear.
If laws revive and order reign,
And rulers, freed from servile fear,
No longer bear the sword in vain.

4 0 might they, Lord, this moment rise.
With courage firm inspired by Thee.
Nor suffer rebels to despise
Their mild, irresolute lenity!
I'oo mild, alas, for times like these,
Which sterner discipline require,
To stem the tide of wickedness
And pluck us from the' infernal fire.

Strengthen their hands. Almighty Lord,
Incline their hearts to seek Thy face.
That truth and righteousness restored
May flourish as in ancient days,
I'hat all the pardoning God may know.
Thy kingdom in their hearts receive,
And serve Thy blessed will below.
And saved by grace for ever live.