Second PART

Mind not against us former Sins, Let tender Mercy flow; Our Ruin speedily prevent, We're brought exceeding low. Help us, O our Salvation's God, For th' Honour of thy Name; For thy Name's Sake, deliver us, And purge our Souls from Blame. Why say the Heathen, "Where's their God? Among the Nations spread Thy Fame, in Vengeance, in our Sight, For Blood of Saints they've shed. O let, before thy Face, ascend The sighing Pris'ner's Cry; By thy great Pow'r, preserve the Sons Of Death, condemn'd to die. Into their Bosom seven-fold, Our Neighbour's Spite reward, And the Reproach, wherewith they have Reproached Thee, O Lord. Then we thy Flock, thy Pasture's Sheep, Will give thee Thanks always; From Age to Age, we will shew forth Our great Redeemer's Praise.