18. PRAYER.The humble peasant on the mountain's sideMay feel th' oppressor's gripe, and seem his prey;But in compacted state, of just array,His country's arm will be to his allied.Though trampled on, and justice be denied,Yet let him in his Sov'reign's ear displayHis wrongs, and quick a just and mighty swayShall lift him up, and check the spoiler's pride.—The ear of God is open to our cry:Though high his throne, beyond our feeble sight,He hears from this far world each humble sigh;And swift to do his will, in squadrons bright,From heav'n to earth his mighty angels fly,Outstripping in their course the speed of light.
18. PRAYER.
The humble peasant on the mountain's sideMay feel th' oppressor's gripe, and seem his prey;But in compacted state, of just array,His country's arm will be to his allied.Though trampled on, and justice be denied,Yet let him in his Sov'reign's ear displayHis wrongs, and quick a just and mighty swayShall lift him up, and check the spoiler's pride.—The ear of God is open to our cry:Though high his throne, beyond our feeble sight,He hears from this far world each humble sigh;And swift to do his will, in squadrons bright,From heav'n to earth his mighty angels fly,Outstripping in their course the speed of light.
The humble peasant on the mountain's side
May feel th' oppressor's gripe, and seem his prey;
But in compacted state, of just array,
His country's arm will be to his allied.
Though trampled on, and justice be denied,
Yet let him in his Sov'reign's ear display
His wrongs, and quick a just and mighty sway
Shall lift him up, and check the spoiler's pride.—
The ear of God is open to our cry:
Though high his throne, beyond our feeble sight,
He hears from this far world each humble sigh;
And swift to do his will, in squadrons bright,
From heav'n to earth his mighty angels fly,
Outstripping in their course the speed of light.