THE Second Part

Assume my Tongue a Nobler Strain, Sing the New Wonders of the Lord; The Foes revive their Pow'rs again, Again they die beneath his Sword.

Dark as our Thoughts our Minutes roll While Tyranny possest the Throne; And Murtherers of an Irish Soul Ran threatning Death thro' every Town.

The Roman Priest and Brittish Prince Joyn'd their best Force and blackest Charms; And the fierce Troops of neighbouring France Offer'd the Service of their Arms.

'Tis done, they cry'd, and laught aloud, The Courts of Darkness rang with Joy, Th' Old Serpent hiss'd, and Hell grew proud, While Zion mourn'd her Ruine nigh.

But lo! The great Deliverer Sails Commission'd from Jehovah's Hand; And Smiling Seas, and wishing Gales Convey him to the longing Land.

The happy Day and happy Year Both in our new Salvation meet: The Day that quencht the Burning Snare, And Year that burnt th' Invading Fleet.

Now did thine Arm, O God of Hosts, Now did thine Arm shine dazling bright; The Sons of Might their Hands had lost, And Men of Blood forgot to fight.

Brigades of Angels lin'd the way, And guarded William to his Throne; There, ye Celestial Warriours, stay, And make his Palace like your own.

Thus, Mighty God, thy Praise Divine From Heaven and Earth at once shall flow; Angels and Men conspire and joyn In Hallelujahs, here below.

All Hallelujah, Heavenly King, Tis thy Victorious Arm we sing; Fly round the Globe, ye Ecchoing Joys, And vaulted Skies repeat the Noise.