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Isaac Watts - Psalm 60
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C. M.
On a day of humiliation for disappointments in war.

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 threat`ning hand;
O heal the island thou hast broke,
Confirm the wav`ring 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 confed`rate God;
In vain confed`rate 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.
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