Verse 1
Still in the arms of faith and prayer,
(The prayer that shuts and opens heaven)
Thy champion to thy throne we bear;
To him the farther grace be given:
Sav’d from his foes, persist to bless,
And save him from his own success.

Verse 2
While distant climes resound his name,
And raise his glory to the skies,
O might he all the praise disclaim,
Little, and mean in his own eyes,
And prostrate in the dust submit
To lay his lawrels at thy feet.

Verse 3
Far from his generous bosom chase
That cruel insolence of power,
Which tramples on the human race,
Restless to have, and conquer more,
While bold above the clouds t’ ascend,
The hero sinks into a fiend.

Verse 4
Thou by the Christian hero stand,
And guard the issues of his heart,
Let mercy all his powers command,
Mercy his inmost soul convert,
Mercy, which came from heaven, to find
To die—for him, and all mankind.

Verse 5
The sword, which he reluctant drew,
O may he soon rejoice to sheath,
And rend’ring thee the glory due,
Sole arbiter of life and death,
His Saviour and the world’s confess,
And triumph in eternal peace.