A Hymn to be sun on the Day of Thanksgiving to the 100 Psalm Tune.

To God, our God's Almighty Name

Let Britons all their Voice raise,

And publish by the Mouth of fame

In Songs of Joy our Saviour's Praise.

For when surrounded and at Bay

By mighty powers 'gainst Britain join'd,

Our Allies Countrey made a prey,

By papal pow'rs jointly combin'd,

Then Christ our God commenced his Reign,

And o'er our Councils did preside,

Did o're our Fleets and Armies deign

To rule, and all their Actions guide.

The glorious Dawn, the Morning Star,

Which ushers in the Sun of Light

Thro' the bright Glade extended far,

And vanquished all the Powers of Night.

His Church from papal Thraldom freed

And Gallic Powers united Force,

His Great Vicegerent he decreed

O'er Britain's isle to steer his Course

From Wood the British Lion roars

uprears the Christian sanguine Cross,

O'er Eagle, Beast, triumphant soars

With Angels, riding the white horse.

The happy Era now is nigh

When Gentile Isles receive their King,

When the Earth's utmost Bounds with Joy

In hymns our Saviour's Praises sing

Let Glory be to God on high,

And on Earth peace, Good will to Man

Hallelujah to our God is nigh,

His Day of Rest is now began.

The Kingdoms of this World begin

To be the Realms of God and Christ;

From the false Prophet, Beat and Sin

For ever freed, and false high Priest.

Now our Redemption is disclosed,

In Heaven's bright Temple long confin'd,

The Cov'nant made with Man exposed,

Decree of the eternal Mind.

Now Angels charged with Vials dire

Of God's great Wrath 'gainst papal Beast,

Are poured forth in God's great Ire

O'er Beast, false Prophet, Heathen Priest.

Let Angels then in Chorus sing

With us in Hymns of Joy abroad

Hosanna to our Saviour King,

Hosanna to his Christ our God.

Hymn.
in Govr. Dobbs's of Octr. 31st. 1759