Verse 1
Great God, with humble awe we own
Thy judgments fathomless abyss,
Thy strange, mysterious work unknown
To worldly minds, thy people sees:
Thy judgments blind our nation’s eyes,
Of ruin near the token sad,
Confound the wisdom of the wise,
And make the sage diviners mad.

Verse 2
Infatuated by wrath divine,
On ruin’s brink we rest secure,
With enemies and traitors join
Our own destruction to insure;
Dismembred by rebellious hands
Unmov’d we view our Empire’s fall;
For none perceives, or understands
The fate, which must o’rewhelm us all.

Verse 3
We hug the Authors of our woes,
And them our only friends believe,
Our desperate and perfidious foes,
Preferr’d, and pension’d to deceive;
The pit that human fiends prepare
We see, and shut our stupid eyes,
And rush into the fatal snare
From whence we never more shall rise.

Verse 4
We eat and drink, we sport and play,
Like those of old, we plant and build
Marry, and put our wives away,
Nor dream of our damnation seal’d:
So often warn’d, the harden’d croud
Will neither hear, nor see, nor feel,
Unconscious of the coming floud,
That sweeps their careless souls to hell.

Verse 5
Yet hear, Thou God of patient grace,
The men who fear thy judgments nigh,
The followers after righteousness,
Who to the Ark for refuge fly;
Before the dire decree brings forth,
Regard the faithful remnant’s prayer,
Respect thy Son’s all-saving worth
And sinners doom’d persist to spare.

Verse 6
Our souls out of their fatal dream
O that Thou woudst at last awake,
From Satan’s lulling power redeem,
And save for their Redeemer’s sake
Th’ accurst Confederacy or’ethrow,
Of those that England’s fall intend,
And blast the foul Conspiring Foe,
And bid the hour of darkness end.

Verse 7
The things impossible to man,
Are possible, great God, to Thee,
We shall, if so thy will ordain,
An end of all our troubles see,
Shall see prosperity restor’d,
And blessings to our Israel given,
And glory to our sovereign Lord,
Who governs all in earth and heaven.