LX. On a Day of Humiliations for Disappointments in War

1 Lord, hast thou cast the nation off?
Must we forever mourn?
Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath?
Shall mercy ne'er return?

2 The terror of one frown of thine
Melts all our strength away;
Like men that totter, drunk with wine,
We tremble in dismay.

3 Great Britain shakes beneath thy stroke
And dreads thy threatning hand;
O heal the island thou hast broke;
Confirm the wav'ring land.

4 Lift up a banner in the field
For those that fear thy name;
Save thy beloved with thy shield,
And put our foes to shame.

5 Go with our armies to the fight,
Like a confed'rate GOD;
In vain confed'rate pow'rs unite
Against thy lifted rod.

6 Our troops shall gain a wide renown
By thy assisting hand;
'Tis GOD that treads the mighty down,
And makes the feeble stand.

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First Line: Lord, hast thou cast the nation off?
Title: On a Day of Humiliations for Disappointments in War
Meter: Common Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1780
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