Without One Friend, Above All Foes, Britannia

God Moves In Mysterious Ways His Wonders To Performs

All Affectation; 'tis My Perfect Scorn; Object Of My Implacable Disgust.

Pleasure Admitted In Undue Degree, Enslaves The Will, Nor Leaves The Judgment Free.

Tis Providence Alone Secures In Every Change Both Mine And Yours.

E'er Since, By Faith, I Saw The Stream Thy Flowing Wounds Supply, Redeeming Love Has Been My Theme, And Shall Be Till I Die.