Verse 1
Can we with unconcern behold
Our Brethren destitute of aid,
By a flagitious Party sold
By a perfidious Chief betray’d,
Out of our kind protection cast,
And by their King disclaim’d at last?

Verse 2
Protection if allegiance draws,
If Kings their subjects shoud defend,
The sufferers in their Sovereign’s Cause
May justly on our help depend:
Or must they, who on us rely,
By famine, swords, and gibbets die?

Verse 3
Who nobly for their Country stood,
Who nobly for their Country fell,
Thousands have seal’d their faith with blood
(Their King and us they lov’d so well)
And myriads more who yet remain
To us stretch out their hands—in vain.

Verse 4
Whom Rebels up to slaughter give
As rebels ’gainst their lawless power,
Shall Britons to the murtherer leave,
While suppliant they our aid implore,
Or push them back into the fire,
By varied torments to expire?

Verse 5
Tell us of Punic faith no more,
Of Rome’s, or Gallia’s perfidy,
Whom in her arms so long she bore,
If Britain can her children see
Cut off, abandon’d to despair,
And massacred—for loving Her!

Verse 6
O dire effect of Party-zeal,
Which turns the softest heart to stone!
Our rocky hearts refuse to feel
For those that made our Cause their own,
As adverse to our side we treat,
And spurn them—gasping at our feet.

Verse 7
The prize for which our fathers fought,
Which cost a Wolf his richest blood
By countless lives and treasures bought
We sacrifice to private good,
We throw whole provinces away,
And lose an Empire in a day.

Verse 8
Millions of fellow-subjects lost
With joy our modern patriots see,
And o’re their King and Country boast
A full, decisive victory,
Force him to pull his kingdom down
And pluck the jewels from his Crown.

Verse 9
But will not God the Just arise,
Their depths of treason to display,
Scatter their evil with his eyes,
Drag out the fiends to open day,
Blast all the sons of wickedness,
And save us in our last distress?

Verse 10
Jesus, almighty to redeem,
To us thy great salvation show,
And O be merciful to Them
Who neither truth nor mercy know,
Whose crimes woud sink our shatter’d ship
And plunge us all into the deep.

Verse 11
Let not the pit infernal close
Its mouth on its devoted prey,
But change our proud, malicious foes,
And take their sins, not Them, away,
Our foes implacable forgive,
And let our pardon’d murtherers live.

Verse 12
The hearts of all this nation turn,
Ev’n as a single heart, to Thee,
That of thy loving Spirit born,
We all with perfect harmony,
Born in a day of power, and grace,
May our dear Lord for ever praise