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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