Verse 1
Father, whose mercies never end,
Invok’d in Jesus name, attend
Thy suffering people’s prayer:
Great is thy love and faithfulness,
Our refuge in the last distress,
Our hope in sad despair.

Verse 2
To whom, for conscience sake opprest,
Shoud we our sorrowful request
But to our God make known,
Who sees the authors of our fears,
Who treasures up our mournful tears,
And numbers every groan!

Verse 3
Our brethren have their flesh denied,
And, while we on their faith relied,
Left us to wolves a prey,
Their countrymen to ruffians sold,
Broke off from Them our feeble hold,
And thrown our lives away.

Verse 4
The Great in power and wickedness
At our expence a shameful peace
Have purchas’d from the foe,
From men that prostrate at their feet
Did for whatever terms intreat
The conquerors woud bestow.

Verse 5
Their tame submission to prevent,
Who guide the wheels of government
Renounce their own success,
Their trust betray, their troops revoke,
And pass themselves beneath the yoke
Of vanquish’d enemies.

Verse 6
Who can against the Rebels stand,
While all our Senators demand
Their Independancy,
While noble and ignoble join,
And force their strugling King to sign
The Infamous Decree?

Verse 7
Tis fixt: Rebellion mounts the throne:
But none their loyal brethren own,
Or for our safety care,
Or stipulate that We shoud live,
“The righteous souls of saints to grieve
“And taint their purer air.[”]

Verse 8
Outcasts of men, by all forsook,
For varied death we daily look,
And varied death we find
From Those who mercy never feel,
Who fiercest savages excel
And leave the fiends behind.

Verse 9
Their chief and most religious joy
To tear, and mangle, and destroy,
And mock the victims cries
To glut their grim, infernal god
With rivers of fraternal blood,
With human sacrifice.

Verse 10
As sheep appointed to be slain,
To whom alas, shall we complain,
In whom for succour trust?
Britons behold us from afar,
And, authors of our woes, declare
Our punishment is just.

Verse 11
Deaf to our cries and dying groans
Our King disclaims his children, once
With his protection blest—
But if we truly humbled were,
God never woud cast out our prayer,
Or drive us from his breast.

Verse 12
O coud we to our Smiter turn,
And pierc’d with deep repentance, mourn
The cause of all our woes,
The sins which brought our evil day,
And gave us up, an helpless prey
To unrelenting foes.

Verse 13
Merciful God, the grace impart,
That with an humble, contrite heart
We may thy justice clear:
And if Thou in that day acquit,
We yield; we patiently submit
To have our chastening here.

Verse 14
Still let our enemies prevail,
Till life beneath their harrows fail,
So Thou our souls receive
Beyond the reach of cruel men,
Redeem’d from sin, and death, and pain
That endless life to live.