Verse 1
While blackning clouds o’respread the sky
And discord’s turbid waves run high,
Are Christians free from care?
Conscious our life is hid above,
Yet still we must our Country love,
And all her troubles share.

Verse 2
Tis not for us to rule the state,
Or mingle in their high debate
When Princes disagree:
Jehovah in their council stands,
And (for the Cause is in thy hands)
We leave it, Lord, to Thee.

Verse 3
Excus’d, our privilege we own,
We blame, arraign, and censure none
That at the helm appear,
But quietly our souls possess,
Who worship Thee, the Prince of peace,
Who God and Cesar fear.

Verse 4
Yet danger national requires,
And draws out all our heart’s desires
For their prosperity;
Thy Church the common burthen feels,
Their present, and approaching ills
With Jesus eyes we see.

Verse 5
With Jesus sympathy we cry,
Father of all, in trouble nigh
Stir up thy helping power,
Their violence curb, controul their rage,
Nor let them war intestine wage,
Each other to devour.

Verse 6
By whom Thou wilt the rescue send,
But bid their fierce contentions end,
But suddenly suppress
And scatter who in war delight,
And by thy Providential might
Restore the public peace.