Still let us in our rising song

Verse 1
Still let us in our rising song,
Pursue the wild rebellious throng,
With tenfold rage and fury fir’d,
With all the zeal of hell inspir’d,
The sons of Rome and Satan see,
And trace them to their destiny.

Verse 2
Bold they return to sure success,
Whom all the saints conspire to bless,
Supported by their friends beneath,
In covenant with hell and death;
And Spanish gold, and Gallic pride,
And Holy Church is on their side.

Verse 3
See how they fly to set us free
From all our northern heresy,
Our feuds and grievances to heal,
And purge the land with northern steel,
Bring back to their infernal god,
And re-baptize us in our blood.

Verse 4
Bent to devour the total prey,
They leave our troops an open way,
An uncontested passage yield,
And draw their conquerors to the field,
And sworn our ruin to secure,
They make their own destruction sure.

Verse 5
Lo! The audacious hopes of Rome,
Rush headlong to their instant doom,
Slaughter and threats the aliens breathe,
Nor see the Lord of life and death,
Till struck with lightning from his eye,
They fear, they turn, they fall, they die!

Verse 6
How are the mighty fallen! Dead!
Who fill’d our conscious land with dread,
Perish’d the keenest tools of war,
The crafty caught in their own snare,
And Antichrist robb’d of his plea,
His blind infallibility!

Verse 7
’Twas not the number of our hosts,
That baffled all their furious boasts,
Our wisdom did not cast them down,
Our courage, Lord, was not our own;
From thee the sacred ardor came,
And William breath’d an heavenly flame!

Verse 8
O let him thankfully submit
To lay his lawrels at thy feet,
By FAITH a Christian hero stand,
And hang on thine all-ruling hand,
Supporter of his father’s throne,
Upheld himself by thee alone!

Verse 9
Give him, and us, and all to see,
Our strength and life secur’d in thee,
By whom thy dread vicegerents reign,
And righteous kings their sway maintain,
Assur’d, who on thy love depend,
Their God and Maker is their friend.

Verse 10
O that we all may seek and find,
The Saviour, friend of human-kind,
People and prince be still imploy’d
T’ insure the lasting peace of God,
And strive, till all obtain above
Eternal rest in Jesus’ love!

Hymnal/Album: Introduced in Hymns for the Public Thanksgiving-Day, October 9, 1746, published by John and Charles Wesley (London, 1746). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 4 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1869), page 97.
Publishing: Public Domain