Verse 1
Who beat thy confessors and wound
With wanton cruelty and scorn,
Saviour, Thou canst alarm, confound,
Their fierceness to thy glory turn,
Or by the servile fear of man
Our most outragious foes restrain.
Verse 2
With that infernal murtherer fill’d,
The men who now thy people see
As sheep appointed to be kill’d,
Damp’d by a secret look from Thee
Shall dread the sovereign ruler’s frown,
And lay their slaughtering-weapons down.