God’s Right Hand - Lewes Bonfire Night Celebrations

July 1, 2011 at 10:54 am by v

Oppression stalked throughout the land,
Invading hearth and home:
Silent and still her chain she wound
Round England’s church and English ground;
Men started, trembling, from repose,
And the deep prayer to heaven arose.

The prayer was heard-a foreign fleet
On Britain’s coast was moor’d!
But who was there the Prince to greet
As Britain’s future lord?
With silent lip, with speaking eye,
And thoughtful brow, he looked on high;
His God was near, his cause to own,
And sent him to a bloodless throne.

Twice perill’d, and twice rescued, Lord
To thee we lift our prayer;
The things which from ou sires we’ve heard
Thy truth and power declare,
A spirit works-dark, restless, proud;
Rome’s thunders roll-dread, deep, not loud;
The might displayed of old, we crave,
Our state, our church, to shield and save.

And smile not, friends, if with glad eye,
I see the village throng,
And watch the bonfire blazing high,
And list the good old song;
I call to mind what God’s right hand
Hath done for this our guilty land;
And joy to think that he is near,
Danger to mark, and prayer to hear.

M.A. Stodart

Posted in: Poems and Verse Tagged in: bonfire night, lewes bonfire, popery and religion

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