Verse 1
Saviour, thou dost their threatnings see
Who rage against our king and thee,
Nor know, thy bridle in their jaws
Restrains the friends of Satan’s cause.

Verse 2
As in religion’s cause they join,
And blasphemously call it thine,
The cause of persecuting zeal,
Of treason, anarchy, and hell.

Verse 3
See, where th’ impetuous waster comes,
Like legion rushing from the tombs;
Like stormy seas, that toss and roar,
And foam, and lash the trembling shore!

Verse 4
Havock, th’ infernal leader cries!
Havock, th’ associate host replies!
The rabble shouts—the torrent pours—
The city sinks—the flame devours!

Verse 5
A general consternation spreads,
While furious crouds ride o’re our heads;
Tremble the powers thou didst ordain,
And rulers bear the sword in vain!

Verse 6
Our arm of flesh entirely fails,
The many-headed beast prevails;
Conspiracy the state o’returns,
Gallia exults—and London burns!

Verse 7
Arm of the Lord, awake, put on
Thy strength, and cast Apollyon down,
Jesus, against the murtherers rise,
And blast them with thy flaming eyes:

Verse 8
Forbid the flood our land t’ o’erflow,
Tell it—thou shalt no farther go;
My will be done, my word obey’d,
And here let thy proud waves be stay’d!