Which did my fenceless fold invade,
And in the dust the monsters laid.
'Twas Israel's God that deign'd to bless
My youthful arm with such success.
Like one of these the wretch shall bleed,
And wond'ring armies mark the deed--
The monarch hears with glad surprize,
And to the youth in rapture cries,
Then go to meet him void of fear,
And may thy God indeed be there!