Verse 1
Great guardian of thy church below,
Stretch out thine arm on Britain’s side,
The sons of Babel to o’erthrow,
Who deep as hell their counsels hide:
Conceal’d from us with closest art
They cannot hide them, Lord, from thee,
Whose flaming eyes look thro’ the heart,
And hell without a covering see.

Verse 2
Thou knowst, and canst to us make known
Whatev’r our craftiest foes devise;
It shall be to thy servant shewn,
The least that on thy word relies:
Things in the royal chamber said,
(Like Syria’s plots in days of old)
By ways invisible convey’d,
Shall to thy meanest saint be told.

Verse 3
For this premonish’d from above
We now the opening seal attend,
And trust thine all-disposing love,
That judgment shall in mercy end:
The bounded might of baffled man
The glory of thy power shall raise,
Advance thy all-redeeming plan,
And spread the victory of thy grace.

Verse 4
What then have thine elect to dread
In general peril and dismay?
We calmly to thy word give heed
Prophetic of the perfect day:
Led by thy word’s unerring clue
Wheel within wheel involv’d we see,
Look all subservient causes thro’,
And wait the birth of thy decree.

Verse 5
Lord, we behold thy mighty hand
Stretch’d out o’er all the nations now!
The counsel of thy will shall stand,
The heathen to thy sceptre bow;
Demons and men shall blindly join,
And Antichrist erect his throne,
To execute thy grand design,
And bring thy glorious kingdom down!