How long hath God bestowed 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!