Verse 1
The national Calamity
With stony eyes can Britons see,
With stupid carelesness?
Nearer it draws, and nearer still
The dreadful Storm of public Ill
To swallow up our race.

Verse 2
Numberless hosts and fleets combin’d,
Rebellious Sects and aliens join’d,
With dire, malicious joy
Our navies and our trade to seize,
Our church and Government t’ oppress,
Our Country to destroy.

Verse 3
But worse than all, the factious throng
With furious opposition strong
Against the public weal,
They set the nation in a flame,
And with the patriot’s sacred name
Their dark designs conceal.

Verse 4
Thousands of secret Traitors wait
To aid the enemies of the state,
To join th’ invading foe:
And let them show themselves and rise,
But blast them, Jesus with thine eyes,
And all their plots o’rethrow.

Verse 5
By Thee if rightful Monarchs reign,
Against a World of foes maintain
Our King’s authority,
And let him, held in thy right hand,
Submit to only thy command,
And bow to none but Thee.

Verse 6
Our sovereign Lord by right divine,
Thy Servant, challenge him for thine,
To govern in thy stead,
And let the crown thy hand doth place
Glitter with undiminish’d rays,
And flourish on his head.

Verse 7
Thy will can every bar remove,
It changes hatred into love,
And ill to good converts:
Confound whoe’er his ruin seeks,
Give him his adversaries necks,
Give him his people’s heart[s].

Verse 8
Give them with other eyes to see
This Copy of thy Majesty,
This Image of thy power,
And give of his illustrious race
A Man to stand before thy face
Till time shall be no more.