Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Lord, hast thou cast the nation off?|
Must we for ever mourn?
Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath?
Shall mercy ne'er return?
2. The terror of one frown of thine
3. Great Britain shakes beneath thy stroke
4. Lift up a banner in the field|
For those that fear thy name;
Save thy beloved with thy shield,
And put our foes to shame.
5. Go with our armies to the fight,
6. Our troops shall gain a wide renown
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