DXXX. Peace prayed for

1 On Britain, long a favor'd Isle,
Now o'erwhelmed with sin and shame,
Deign, mighty God, once more to smile;
The same thy power, thy grace the same.

2 Let peace descend with balmy wing,
And all its blessings round her shed;
Her liberties be well secur'd,
And commerce raise its fainting head:

3 Let the loud cannon cease to roar,
The warlike trump no longer sound;
The din of arms be heard no more,
Nor human blood pollute the ground.

4 Let hostile troops from their hands,
The useless sword, the glittering spear;
And join in friendship's sacred bands,
Nor one dissentient voice be there.

5 Thus save, O Lord, a sinking land,
Millions of tongues shall then adore,
Resound the honors of thy name,
From spread thy praise from shore to shore.

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First Line: On Britain, long a favor'd Isle
Title: Peace prayed for
Author: Beddome
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Topic: Times and Seasons: Days of Thanksgiving; Fast day hymns; National prayer and praise (2 more...)
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