He comes, he comes, th’ Almighty’s choice!
The winds, and seas obey his voice!
’Twas heaven the mighty work begun,
For every act of thine,
Almighty hero, is divine;
For heaven are all the conquests thou hast won:
To thy commission who would not submit!
Whose victories are in the gaining sweet;
And in fruition sure must be divinely great.
Those noble searching souls, who early knew
The miseries that would ensue;
And early were oppressed,
For turning evils to the best,
Heaven’s gracious care at thy approach confessed;
On thee their faith, and hope securely placed:
Nor flattering honour, vicious gain,
Nor influence, the rest could chain,
On thee to trust ’tis safe, on them ’tis vain
