Verse 1
Thou never-failing Friend
Of all that want thy grace,
Stir up thy power, and now defend
An Orphan in distress;
Thy great, unshorten’d arm
Make bare in her defence,
And rescue from th’ intended harm
Her heedless innocence.

Verse 2
Thou seest their dark design
The simple to betray,
Infidels and apostates join
To swallow up their prey:
Her wealth their hopes devour,
Her soul their mercies doom
A victim to the cruel power
Of Antichristian Rome.

Verse 3
Cut off from all retreat,
Her soul is in the snare,
And lo, where Satan keeps his seat
Their thoughtless Prize they bear!
The Romish wolves surround,
The fiends their Captive seize,
And shouts of hellish joy resound
Their prosperous wickedness.

Verse 4
Who can deliver, who
Defeat their surest plan?
Alas, we know not what to do,
There is no help in Man:
Wherefore into thy hand,
Great God, the matter take
And heaven, and earth, and hell command
To bring the Captive back.

Verse 5
The succour we desire,
For Her in faith we claim,
Faith, which can quench the burning fire,
The furious lion tame,
Which calls th’ Almighty down
To vindicate his power,
Arrests the sea, drives back the Sun,
And bids the grave restore.

Verse 6
Believing against hope,
Till Thou thy power declare,
Into thy hands we give her up
In confidence of prayer:
Her innocence secure
From Rome’s destructive zeal,
And keep her heart and conscience pure
Midst all the filth of hell.