Psalm 60

Lord, hast thou cast the nation off?

Must we for ever mourn?

Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath?

Shall mercy ne'er return?

The terror of one frown of thine

Melts all our strength away;

Like men that totter drunk with wine,

We tremble in dismay.

Great Britain shakes beneath thy stroke,

And dreads thy threatening hand;

O heal the island thou hast broke,

Confirm the wavering land.

Lift up a banner in the field,

For those that fear thy Name;

Save thy beloved with thy shield,

And put our foes to shame.

Go with our armies to the fight,

Like a confederate God;

In vain confederate powers unite

Against thy lifted rod.

Our troops shall gain a wide renown

By thine assisting hand;

'Tis God that treads the mighty down,

And makes the feeble stand.