AN Hymn of Praise TO The God of ENGLAND, FOR Three Great Salvations. (VIZ.) Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T82397 K067329.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Horæ lyricæ: Poems, chiefly of the lyric kind. In two books. ... By I. Watts. London Printed by S. and D. Bridge, for John Lawrence at the Sign of the Angel in the Poultrey. MDCCVI. 1706 pp. 10-15. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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AN Hymn of Praise TO The God of ENGLAND , FOR Three Great Salvations . ( VIZ. ) From the Spanish Invasion , 1588. From the Gunpowder-Plot , Nov. 5. From Popery and Slavery by King William of Glorious Memory , who landed Nov. 5. 1688. Compos'd Nov. 5. 1695.
I. INfinite God , whose Counsels stand Like Mountains of Eternal Brass , Pillars to prop our Sinking Land , Or Guardian Rocks to break the Seas . II . From Pole to Pole thy Name is known , Thee a Whole Heaven of Angels praise , Our Laboring Tongues would strike thy Throne With the Loud Triumphs of thy Grace . III . Part of thy Church by thy Command Stands rais'd upon the Brittish Isles , There , said the Lord , to Ages stand Firm as the Everlasting Hills . IV . In vain the Spanish Ocean roar'd , And roll'd its Billows to our Shore ; The Billows sunk beneath thy Word , And all the Floating War they bore . V. Come , said the Sons of bloody Rome , Let us provide new Arms from Hell , And down they digg'd thro' Earth's dark Womb , And ransack'd all the burning Cell . VI . Old Satan lent them fiery Stores , Infernal Coal , and Sulph'rous Flame , And all that burns , and all that roars , Outrageous Fires of dreadful Name . VII . Beneath the Senate and the Throne Engines of Hellish Thunder lay , There the dark Seeds of Fire were sown To spring a Bright , but dismal Day . VIII . Thy Love beheld the black Design , Thy Love that Guards thine England round ; Strange ! how it quench'd the fiery Mine , And crush'd the Tempest under Ground .
THE Second Part . I. ASsume my Tongue a Nobler Strain , Sing the New Wonders of the Lord ; The Foes revive their Pow'rs again , Again they die beneath his Sword . II . Dark as our Thoughts our Minutes roll While Tyranny possest the Throne ; And Murtherers of an Irish Soul Ran threatning Death thro' every Town . III . The Roman Priest and Brittish Prince Joyn'd their best Force and blackest Charms ; And the fierce Troops of neighbouring France Offer'd the Service of their Arms . IV . 'Tis done , they cry'd , and laught aloud , The Courts of Darkness rang with Joy , Th' Old Serpent hiss'd , and Hell grew proud , While Zion mourn'd her Ruine nigh . V. But lo ! The great Deliverer Sails Commission'd from Jehovah's Hand ; And Smiling Seas , and wishing Gales Convey him to the longing Land . VI . The happy Day and happy Year Nov. 5. 1688. Both in our new Salvation meet : The Day that quencht the Burning Snare , Nov. 5. And Year that burnt th' Invading Fleet . 1588. VII . Now did thine Arm , O God of Hosts , Now did thine Arm shine dazling bright ; The Sons of Might their Hands had lost , And Men of Blood forgot to fight . VIII . Brigades of Angels lin'd the way , And guarded William to his Throne ; There , ye Celestial Warriours , stay , And make his Palace like your own . IX . Thus , Mighty God , thy Praise Divine From Heaven and Earth at once shall flow ; Angels and Men conspire and joyn In Hallelujahs , here below . X. All Hallelujah , Heavenly King , Tis thy Victorious Arm we sing ; Fly round the Globe , ye Ecchoing Joys , And vaulted Skies repeat the Noise .