HOW long hast Thou bestowed Thy care On our ungrateful, rebel land? For of the nations far and near Few know such blessings from Thy hand.
Here peace and liberty have dwelt, The glorious Gospel brightly shone; And oft our enemies have felt That God has made our cause His own.
But Heaven and earth have clearly heard Our vile rejection of that love. We, though like children kindly reared, Rebels against Thy goodness prove.
Thy grace despised, Thy power defied, And legions of the foulest crimes, Profanest sins of lust and pride All greatly mark the present times.
Lord, hear Thy people everywhere, Who meet to mourn, confess, and pray: The nation and Thy churches spare, And let Thy wrath be turned away.
John ewton, 1725-1807