A Hymn, Composed and sung at CAMBRIDGE, on the occasion of the death of General WASHINGTON

Great GOD of hosts! we own thy sway, Nor dare thy will explore; But, when thy judgments we survey, We tremble and adore.

Thy potent hand hath far remov'd The Man of war, and might: The Prudent, Ancient, and Belov'd, Sinks to the shades of night.

To Thee we lift our sorrowing eyes, To Thee for aid repair: Have pity on a Nation's sighs, And listen to its prayer.

O GOD of hosts! while we bemoan The Great, the Good, the Brave; Look down from thy celestial throne, To solace, and to save.

Be Thou our GOD, and Guardian still; For us thy power display; Thy vast designs begun fulfil, And wipe our tears away.