v.1-5,10-12 <br />C. M. <br />On a day of humiliation for disappointments in war. <br /> <br />Lord, hast thou cast the nation off? <br />Must we for ever mourn? <br />Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath? <br />Shall mercy ne'er return? <br /> <br />The terror of one frown of thine <br />Melts all our strength away; <br />Like men that totter drunk with wine, <br />We tremble in dismay. <br /> <br />Great Britain shakes beneath thy stroke <br />And dreads thy threat'ning hand; <br />O heal the island thou hast broke, <br />Confirm the wav'ring land. <br /> <br />Lift up a banner in the field <br />For those that fear thy name; <br />Save thy beloved with thy shield, <br />And put our foes to shame. <br /> <br />Go with our armies to the fight, <br />Like a confed'rate God; <br />In vain confed'rate powers unite <br />Against thy lifted rod. <br /> <br />Our troops shall gain a wide renown <br />By thine assisting hand <br />'Tis God that treads the mighty down, <br />And makes the feeble stand.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-60/
