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FOR THE KING OF PRUSSIA.
HYMN XII.
[Head over all in earth and skies]
Head over all in earth and skies,
Immortal Potentate, appear,
While men and fiends against them rise,
Be mindful of Thy members here,
Nor let Thy changeless promise fail,
Nor let the' infernal gates prevail.
Immortal Potentate, appear,
While men and fiends against them rise,
Be mindful of Thy members here,
Nor let Thy changeless promise fail,
Nor let the' infernal gates prevail.
By Thee if rightful monarchs reign,
If all things bow to Thy command,
Thy power, to strengthen and sustain,
Be on the man of Thy right hand;
Arm him with Thine and Gideon's sword,
To fight the battles of the Lord.
If all things bow to Thy command,
Thy power, to strengthen and sustain,
Be on the man of Thy right hand;
Arm him with Thine and Gideon's sword,
To fight the battles of the Lord.
The champion of religion pure,
To fall the last, he stands alone:
His foes have made his ruin sure,
And spoil'd his life, and seized his throne,
Thy church with him in hope o'erpower'd,
And all Thine heritage devour'd.
To fall the last, he stands alone:
His foes have made his ruin sure,
And spoil'd his life, and seized his throne,
Thy church with him in hope o'erpower'd,
And all Thine heritage devour'd.
But is the' almighty God restrain'd
To save by many or by few?
Almighty God, lay to Thine hand,
For now—he knows not what to do—
Push'd to the last extremity,
He sinks—he lifts his eyes to Thee!
To save by many or by few?
Almighty God, lay to Thine hand,
For now—he knows not what to do—
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He sinks—he lifts his eyes to Thee!
Arm of the Lord, awake, awake,
Thine own resistless strength put on;
Preserve him for Thine Israel's sake,
To make Thy power, and mercy known,
Thy church to' exalt, Thy foes to shame,
And spread through earth Thy saving name.
Thine own resistless strength put on;
Preserve him for Thine Israel's sake,
To make Thy power, and mercy known,
Thy church to' exalt, Thy foes to shame,
And spread through earth Thy saving name.
HYMN XIII. FOR THE SAME.
[While yet we call, the prayer is seal'd]
While yet we call, the prayer is seal'd,
Thou answerest, “Here am I to save!”
Thou hast Thy faithful word fulfill'd,
Thy sovereign nod the victory gave,
Whate'er subservient causes join,
O King of kings, the work is Thine.
Thou answerest, “Here am I to save!”
Thou hast Thy faithful word fulfill'd,
Thy sovereign nod the victory gave,
Whate'er subservient causes join,
O King of kings, the work is Thine.
Thee let Thy prosperous servant own
Sole Author of his strange success,
Who liftest up, and castest down,
But dost with all Thy blessings bless
The man that in his Maker trusts,
And glories in the Lord of hosts.
Sole Author of his strange success,
Who liftest up, and castest down,
But dost with all Thy blessings bless
The man that in his Maker trusts,
And glories in the Lord of hosts.
Raised up through Thee the righteous man,
Call'd to Thy foot, and girt by Thee,
Bid him a second Cyrus, reign,
And execute Thy whole decree;
Kings to his sword as dust bestow,
As driven stubble to his bow.
Call'd to Thy foot, and girt by Thee,
Bid him a second Cyrus, reign,
And execute Thy whole decree;
Kings to his sword as dust bestow,
As driven stubble to his bow.
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Whom Thou dost for Thy glory choose,
Arm, and uphold with Thy right hand:
The loins of hostile monarchs loose,
Nations subdue to his command,
While nought his rapid course can stay,
Nor earth, nor hell obstruct his way.
Arm, and uphold with Thy right hand:
The loins of hostile monarchs loose,
Nations subdue to his command,
While nought his rapid course can stay,
Nor earth, nor hell obstruct his way.
Before Thy chosen servant go,
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil;
And when his work is done below,
And when he hath perform'd Thy will,
Turn on him, Lord, Thy son embrace,
And show him all Thy glorious face.
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil;
And when his work is done below,
And when he hath perform'd Thy will,
Turn on him, Lord, Thy son embrace,
And show him all Thy glorious face.
HYMN XIV. FOR THE SAME.
[Still in the arms of faith and prayer]
Still in the arms of faith and prayer,
(The prayer that shuts and opens heaven,)
Thy champion to Thy throne we bear;
To him the farther grace be given;
Saved from his foes, persist to bless,
And save him from his own success.
(The prayer that shuts and opens heaven,)
Thy champion to Thy throne we bear;
To him the farther grace be given;
Saved from his foes, persist to bless,
And save him from his own success.
While distant climes resound his name,
And raise his glory to the skies,
O might he all the praise disclaim,
Little, and mean in his own eyes,
And prostrate in the dust submit
To lay his laurels at Thy feet.
And raise his glory to the skies,
O might he all the praise disclaim,
Little, and mean in his own eyes,
And prostrate in the dust submit
To lay his laurels at Thy feet.
Far from his generous bosom chase
That cruel insolence of power,
Which tramples on the human race,
Restless to have, and conquer more,
While bold above the clouds to' ascend,
The hero sinks into a fiend.
That cruel insolence of power,
Which tramples on the human race,
Restless to have, and conquer more,
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The hero sinks into a fiend.
Thou by the Christian hero stand,
And guard the issues of his heart;
Let mercy all his powers command,
Mercy his inmost soul convert,
Mercy, which came from heaven, to find,
To die for—him, and all mankind.
And guard the issues of his heart;
Let mercy all his powers command,
Mercy his inmost soul convert,
Mercy, which came from heaven, to find,
To die for—him, and all mankind.
The sword, which he reluctant drew,
O may he soon rejoice to sheathe,
And rendering Thee the glory due,
Sole Arbiter of life and death,
His Saviour, and the world's confess,
And triumph in eternal peace.
O may he soon rejoice to sheathe,
And rendering Thee the glory due,
Sole Arbiter of life and death,
His Saviour, and the world's confess,
And triumph in eternal peace.
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