Verse 1
Who gave our Israel to the sword,
Britain into the Spoilers hands?
Did not the great, Almighty Lord,
Rebellious to whose mild commands
We all ungratefully have been
And madly added sin to sin.

Verse 2
Like Those of old, a stiffneck’d race
We woud not to our God submit,
Or walk in Wisdom’s pleasant ways,
But trod his laws beneath our feet
And fought against the Lord most high,
And dar’d his utmost wrath defy.

Verse 3
Therefore upon our guilty head5
He hath his furious anger pour’d,
The strength and flame of battle spread,
And lo, on every side devour’d,
We rest secure, insensible,
We see the fire, but scorn to feel.

Verse 4
Surrounded by the conquering Foe,
Destroy’d by the consuming Fire,
We will not our destruction know,
Or once reflect, or once inquire
If God hath sent the sore distress,
A scourge of our ungodliness.

Verse 5
But O Thou faithful God and just,
Thou knowst, in these apostate times,
There are who in thy mercy trust,
Deeply lament the public crimes,
The sin in every judgment read,
And for their suffering Country bleed.

Verse 6
For the blind multitude distrest,
Who Thee and all thy works deny,
The pious Few refuse to rest,
By day and night the mourners sigh:
Regard the pitying people’s moan,
Respect the passion of thy Son.

Verse 7
They coud not offer up a prayer,
If Jesus did not pray above,
They coud not ask thy grace to spare,
Unless the bowels of his love,
Unless the blood of sprinkling cried,
And begg’d Thee to be pacified.

Verse 8
Father of everlasting grace,
Of infinite compassion, hear,
The Man that in his members prays,
And saves our land from year to year;
Our nation for his sake convert,
And reign in every human heart.