To God Let All The Human Race
I. To God let all the Human Race
Bring humble Worship mixt with Grace;
Who makes his Love and wisdom known,
By Angels, that surround his Throne.
II. These Angels, whom thy Breath inspires,
Thy Ministers are flaming Fires
And swift as Thought their Armies move,
To bear thy Vengeance, or thy Love.
III. They joy t’obey thy blessed Will;
They love t’increase their Knowledge still;
They always serve the Lord their Rock,
In keeping Guard around thy Flock.
IV. The Good, where’er thy Children dwell,
They do, no mortal Tongue can tell;
Not what their Heav’nly Care prevents,
Where they are bid to pitch their Tents.
V. Good Daniel found their Benefit,
When mid’st the Lions forc’d to sit.
The same enjoy’d the pious Lot;
What great Deliv’rance had he not?
VI. What did the three Men in the Flame,
Assoon their Guardian-Angel came?
Did not the Oven’s devouring Fire,
Resound the Notes of Heav’nly Quire?
VII. Thus God defends us Day by Day,
From many Mischiefs in our Way,
By Angels, which do always keep
A watchful Eye when we’re asleep.
VIII. O Lord! we’ll bless Thee all our Days;
Our Soul shall glory in thy Grace;
Thy Praise shall dwell upon our Tongues;
All Saints and Angels join our songs.
IX. We pray to let their Hav’nly Host
Be Guardians of our Land and Coast,
To keep thy little Flock in Peace,
That we may lead a Life of Grace.