How long hath God be4stowed His care
On this in­dulged, un­grate­ful land!
How oft in times of dan­ger near,
Preserved us by His so­ver­eign hand!

Here peace and li­ber­ty have dwelt,
The glo­ri­ous Gos­pel bright­ly shone;
And oft our migh­ti­est foes have felt
That God hath made our cause His own.

But, ah! both Heav’n and earth have heard
Our vile re­quit­al of His love;
We, whom like child­ren He has reared,
For all His care un­thank­ful prove.

See! He up­lifts His chast­en­ing rod!
O, where are now the faith­ful few,
Who trem­ble for the ark of God,
And know what Is­ra­el ought to do?

Lord, hear Thy peo­ple ev­ery­where,
Who meet this day to weep and pray;
Our sin­ful land in mer­cy spare,
In mer­cy turn Thy wrath away!