AN Hymn of Praise TO The God of ENGLAND, FOR Three Great Salvations. (Infinite God, whose Counsels stand)

Infinite God, whose Counsels stand Like Mountains of Eternal Brass, Pillars to prop our Sinking Land, Or Guardian Rocks to break the Seas.

From Pole to Pole thy Name is known, Thee a Whole Heaven of Angels praise, Our Laboring Tongues would strike thy Throne With the Loud Triumphs of thy Grace.

Part of thy Church by thy Command Stands rais'd upon the Brittish Isles, There, said the Lord, to Ages stand Firm as the Everlasting Hills.

In vain the Spanish Ocean roar'd, And roll'd its Billows to our Shore; The Billows sunk beneath thy Word, And all the Floating War they bore.

Come, said the Sons of bloody Rome, Let us provide new Arms from Hell, And down they digg'd thro' Earth's dark Womb, And ransack'd all the burning Cell.

Old Satan lent them fiery Stores, Infernal Coal, and Sulph'rous Flame, And all that burns, and all that roars, Outrageous Fires of dreadful Name.

Beneath the Senate and the Throne Engines of Hellish Thunder lay, There the dark Seeds of Fire were sown To spring a Bright, but dismal Day.

Thy Love beheld the black Design, Thy Love that Guards thine England round; Strange! how it quench'd the fiery Mine, And crush'd the Tempest under Ground.