1 Behold, O Israel's God! From thine exalted throne, And view the dang'rous state of those Thou call'st to be thy own.
2 The children of thy flock, By early cov'nant thine, See how they pour their bleeding souls On ev'ry idol's shrine!
3 To indolence and pride What piteous victims made! Crush'd in their parents' fond embrace, And by their love betray'd.
4 By pleasure's polish'd dart What numbers here are slain! What numbers there for slaughter bound In Mammon's golden chain!
5 O let thine arm awake And dash the idols down: O call the captives of their pow'r Thy treasure and thy crown.
6 Thee let the fathers own, And thee the sons adore; Join'd to the Lord by solemn vows, To be forgot no more!Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #655