Lord, Hast Thou Cast the Nation Off?
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