Awake, I pray, O mighty Jah, awake
Make all the world before Thy presence quake,
Not only earth, but heaven also shake.
Arise, arise, O Jacob's God, arise,
And hear the cries
Of ev'ry soul which in distress now lies,
And to Thee flies.
Arise, I pray, O Israel's hope, arise;
Set free Thy seed, oppressed by enemies.
Why should they over it still tyrannize?
Make speed, make speed, O Israel's help, make speed,
In time of need;
For evil men have wickedly decreed
Against Thy seed.
Make speed, I pray, O mighty God, make speed;
Let all Thy lambs from savage wolves be freed,
That fearless on Thy mountain they may feed.
Ride on, ride on, Thou Valiant Man of Might,
And put to flight
Those sons of Belial who do despite
To the upright:
Ride on, I say, Thou Champion, and smite
Thine and Thy people's enemies, with such might
That none may dare 'gainst Thee or Thine to fight.
Although the storm raised by the Act for banishment fell with the
greatest weight and force upon some other parts, as at London,
Hertford, &c., yet we were not in Buckinghamshire wholly exempted
therefrom, for a part of that shower reached us also.
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