PROTESTANT ALLIANCE.

FOR Our Country, our Queen, and our God, We are banded in Holy Alliance;

To follow the steps that our forefathers trod, And to echo their words of defiance:

The laws of our land to maintain,

Spite of Pope, or of Cardinal minion, Spite of Jesuit efforts to fasten the chain On the freedom of British opinion:

The Queen of our land to defend

From the tyrant, the tool, and the traitor; United, to act the unchangeable friend,

Whether others may love her or hate her:

The God of our land to adore,

To speak of His glory and honour, Till our Isle of sea, from the shore to the

shore,

Has taken His service upon her.

To our Land, then, our Queen, and our God, Our lips, with our hearts, have been plighted, And our lips, with our hearts, shall be cold 'neath the sod,

Or ever they be disunited ;

For in Holy Alliance we stand,

By the Truth, that inspires us, defended; A faithful, a firm, and a Protestant band,

Till the battle with Rome shall be ended.

Rouse the dead from slumber, Wake them with the Word, Numbers without number

Turning to the Lord.

Where the Crescent rages
In its Soldan might,

Where the Pagan wages
Warfare with the light-

There, in all its terror,

Wield the Word of Life,

Till the hosts of Error

Yield them in the strife.

Where the proud Usurper,

Rome's imperious King,

Dooms to shameful torpor,

Mind's expansive wing;

There Thine own creation

From its bonds unchain,

Till Thine emanation

Rise to Thee again.

Where the pride of Reason
Scouts Thy Written Will,

Or, with daring treason,
Adds its codicil;

Oh, with grace prevailing,
Vindicate Thy rule,

Till the sceptic, failing,

Own himself a fool.

Thus, bid all adore Thee,

Fling their arms away ;

Casting them before Thee,

Trophies of Thy sway:

God of grace and glory,

Such the prayer we raise :— Youth, mid age, and hoary,

Wait to give Thee praise.