Verse 1
Divided ’gainst itself so long
How could a kingdom stand,
Had we not a Redeemer, strong
To prop our tottering land?
Had he not left himself a seed
Who deprecate the woe,
Who day and night for mercy plead,
And still suspend the blow.

Verse 2
Still let thy praying seed prevail
Our evils to remove,
Till mercy turns the hovering scale,
And justice yields to love;
His king till every Briton owns
With warmest loyalty,
And faction’s and rebellion’s sons
Stretch out their hands to thee.

Verse 3
Now, Lord, a gracious token show,
The stoutest hearts incline
Their own true happiness to know,
Their common foes’ design;
Against ourselves who turn our swords,
That they the spoils may gain,
And rise at last despotic lords,
And by our ruin reign.

Verse 4
Why should the specious fiend deceive
The many by the few?
Saviour, the multitude forgive;
They know not what they do;
They fancy those their country’s friends,
Who hasten on its doom,
And blindly serve the treacherous ends
Of tyranny and Rome.

Verse 5
Open their eyes almighty grace,
The latent snare to see,
That brethren may again embrace
In closest amity;
Britons no more with Britons fight,
No more our God oppose,
Let Europe then their powers unite,
And all the world be foes.