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WHERE will it end?-Demolish what we may
Scatheless in hostile victory's proudest day
Far off the solitary despot thrives;
And, ere we touch him, we must wade knee-deep
Host after host of that serf-multitude,
He in his malachite and golden pride Will neither heed home-woes nor foreign might, But madly wilful thus will hide aside,
And watch secure the struggling millions fight.
-a despot ruthless and insane,
Counted a god by his barbarian hordes,
One man, whose lustful will is sworn to gain
The whole world's throne through their fanatic swords,
He, monarch of their wills and deeds and words,
Evil, ambitious, pamper'd, proud, and vain,
Forces the contest: truly, is this war
A war of principles; for England fights, Champion of freedom, with a tyrant Czar, Protesting manfully for all men's rights Against their bad enslaver: let kings reign
As God's chief servants for His people's good;
But, if both GOD and Man their hearts disdain,
They are rejected,-let them be withstood.
Hymns for our Day of Prayer, on the Declaration of War.
O GOD! our Refuge and Defence,
Most just, and merciful, and strong, By Whose eternal Providence
The right is help'd against the wrong,
O LORD our fathers' Friend of old,
Their children's only Succour now; In grace forgivingly behold
Thy people who before Thee bow!
Great Judge of all in all the earth,
True Source of liberties and laws,
Thou seest that we now go forth
To combat in a righteous cause :
Duty commands our Nation's way
And unto Thee we pray this day
To be for us both sword and shield!
Truly, we have deserved Thy wrath,—
Yet, let us never tread the path
Of Thy correction in defeat: Forgive, and speed us; for we stand
Thy combatants for truth and right; And trust to see Thy guardian hand
Advance our standards in the fight!
We ask no glory, but to bless,
We seek no conquest, but success
In leading men to live at peace :
We trust not in our ships or swords,
But in Thy Name, O Guard and Guide,
Because the battle is the LORD's,—
And God is seen on Duty's side!
Be gracious, Lord, to us
Who seek Thy face this day,
And in the time of trouble thus
To Thee devoutly pray.
Forgive all evil past,
And grant our Nation grace
To live as those who pray and fast
And run the Christian race.
With alms for those in need
We come and trust on Thee,
That Thou wilt give us power to speed The Right by land and sea.
From those who hate us now
All help and safety send;
Be Thou our rock, our champion Thou,
Our Queen-and-People's Friend!