4. EUROPE beholds th' amazing scene; To join their joys and wishes here, 5. Long may our favour'd MONARCH stand The PRIDE, the GUARDIAN of our Land, Support the rod of Majesty ; And Vice before his presence flee. 6. Come light divine, and grace unknown, Come aid the labours of his throne; Let Britain's golden ages run In circles lasting as the sun. LII. Rom. 13.-1-7. 1. LORD, thou hast bid thy people pray Rulers, and Governors, and Powers ;; Nor let us pray in vain. 2. JESUS thy chosen servant guard, Bid all his griefs and troubles cease, 3. Cover his enemies with shame, Defeat their dire malicious aim, Their baffled plans destroy; But show'r on him thy blessings down, 4. In hoary age be thou his God, 5. And when thou dost his soul receive, Preserve them, Providence divine, 6. Secure us, of his royal race, With wealth, prosperity, and peace, LIII. 1. See, mighty GoD, before thy throne, Britons with pious reverence bow; Our souls, with joy and wonder own, That Britain is thy Israel now. 2. Around our coasts, by thy command, The seas a dreadful bulwark roar; Our strongest bulwark is thy hand, Thy hand defends the favour'd shore. 3. Thrice happy nation, where the LORD The banner of his love displays, Reveals the secret of his word, And gives the blessings of his grace. 4. In vain did blood-stain'd Rome combine 5. This day with double mercy crown'd, 6. Still let the LORD on Britain smile, LIV. 1. LORD, how shall wretched sinners dare 2. Bright terror guards thine awful seat, And dazzling glories veil thy face, Yet inercy calls us to thy feet; Thy throne is still a throne of grace. 3. Let past experience of thy care, 4. Our arms succeed, our councils guide, Let thy right hand our course maintain, Till war's destructive rage subside, And peace resume her gentle reign. 5. O when shall time the period bring, When raging war shall waste no more; When peace shall stretch the balmy wing From Europe's coast to India's shore. 6. When shall the Gospel's healing ray, Kind source of amity divine, Spread o'er the world celestial day? When shall the nations Lord be thine? LV. 1. Dread Sovereign, at thy feet we bow, |