4. EUROPE beholds th' amazing scene;
Empire and Liberty convene

To join their joys and wishes here,
While BRITAIN'S foes consent to fear.

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
For all, who bear the public sway,
And thy Vice-gerents reign,

Rulers, and Governors, and Powers ;;
And, lo! in Faith we pray for ours,

Nor let us pray in vain.

2. JESUS thy chosen servant guard,
And every threat'ning danger ward
From his anointed head;

Bid all his griefs and troubles cease,
And him, thro' paths of heavenly peace,
To life eternal lead.

3. Cover his enemies with shame, Defeat their dire malicious aim, Their baffled plans destroy;

But show'r on him thy blessings down,
Crown him with grace, with glory crown,
And everlasting joy.

4. In hoary age be thou his God,
Late may he see that high abode,
Late to his heaven remove;
Of virtues' full and happy days,
Accounted worthy by thy grace,
To fill a throne above.

5. And when thou dost his soul receive,
Oh! give us, in his offspring, give
Us back our King again;

Preserve them, Providence divine,
And let their long illustrious line
To latest ages reign.

6. Secure us, of his royal race,
A man to stand before thy face,
And exercise thy pow'r;

With wealth, prosperity, and peace,
Our nation and our Church to bless,
Till time shall be no more.

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
The darkest, thickest, shades of night;
Thine eye observ'd the black design,
And brought the cruelty to light.

5. This day with double mercy crown'd,
Thy double honours shall proclaim;
And Britain through her coasts shall sound
The varied glories of thy name.

6. Still let the LORD on Britain smile,
While we with grateful hearts adore ;
And never leave his chosen isle,
Till seas and islands are no more.

LIV.

1. LORD, how shall wretched sinners dare
Look up to thy divine abode,
Or offer their imperfect prayer
Before a just and holy God?

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,
Support our hope, our trust unite;
Again, attend our humble prayer,
Again, be mercy thy delight.

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,
While round the bolts of fury fly;
We fall before thy dreadful brow,
Before the lightning of thine eye.