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HYMN XII.

PART II.

[Foolish world, thy vain reply]

Foolish world, thy vain reply
Is to the faithful known,
“If we must on God rely,
And God doth all alone,
Rust our arms, our useless bands,
And navies be dispersed abroad,
Let us idly fold our hands,
And leave it all to God.”

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God who doth appoint the end,
The proper means bestows,
Wills us bravely to defend
Our country from her foes:
“Fight with Amalek,” He cries,
While Moses on the mountain prays;
Brings assistance from the skies,
And ascertains success.
Still the battle is the Lord's
Who doth the victory send;
Bring forth all your spears and swords,
Yet still on God depend:
Courage, strength, and skill exert,
Every nerve and sinew strain;
Yet unless He takes your part,
Your utmost effort's vain.
Did we in our evil day
Low at Thy footstool mourn,
Cast our daring sins away,
And to our Smiter turn;
Then Thou wouldst for us appear,
As a wall of brass surround,
Put our vaunting foes in fear,
And all their force confound.
Did we, Lord, in every step,
Look up to Thee for aid,
Us Thou wouldst in safety keep
Beneath the' Almighty shade;
While our weapons we employ,
And in Thine only name confide,
None could hurt us or annoy,
With Jesus on our side.

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Britain Thou again wouldst choose,
And call our nation Thine,
Teach us means, as means to use,
And answer Thy design;
Wouldst our sins, not us, destroy,
Us out of the dunghill raise,
Turn our sorrow into joy,
And nature into grace.
Rise, the Lord of armies, rise
In Thy appointed hour;
Scattering evil with Thine eyes
And every adverse power:
Then let earth and hell engage
Lodged in Thine arms to pluck us thence,
Raging against us, they rage
Against omnipotence.
Crush'd by Thine almighty hand,
Do Thou our foes suppress,
Then throughout the earth command
Infernal wars to cease,
Bid the ransom'd world be still,
And know that Thou art God alone,
Seated on Thy holy hill,
On Thy millennial throne!