Versos English Philip Doddridge An Hymn for a Fast-Day in Time of War

English poem

An Hymn for a Fast-Day in Time of War

by (1773–1832)

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Great GOD of Heav'n and Nature, rise, And hear our loud united Cries: See Britain bow before thy Face Thro' all her Coasts, and seek thy Grace.

No Arm of Flesh we make our Trust; Nor Sword, nor Horse, nor Ships we boast: Thine is the Land, and thine the Main, And human Force and Skill is vain.

Our Guilt might draw thy Vengeance down On ev'ry Shore, on ev'ry Town; But view us, LORD, with pitying Eye, And lay thy lifted Thunder by.

Forgive the Follies of our Times; And purge our Land from all its Crimes; Reform'd and deck'd with Grace divine, Let Princes Priests and People shine.

O may no GOD-provoking Sin Thro' all our Camps and Navies reign; No foul Reproach, to drive from thence Our surest Glory and Defence.

So shall our GOD delight to bless, And crown our Arms with wide Success: Our Foes shall dread JEHOVAH'S Sword, And conqu'ring Britain shout the LORD.