Verse 1
Their hate they can no farther show,
Constrain’d to let the preachers go,
Though thirsting for their blood:
What power obstructs the fierce career
Of men, who God disdain to fear?
They fear the multitude.
Verse 2
Elders, and priests, and rulers rage,
Against the Lord their powers engage;
His work the people own,
His truth and ministers embrace,
And glorify the God of grace
For all which he hath done.
Verse 3
The people praise a pardning God,
His miracles of healing show’d
On young and old confess;
They see his hand with joyful eyes,
And heal’d themselves thro’ Jesus rise
A cloud of witnesses!