To Light the fatal Train with desperate hands,
But Heavens All-seeing eye defeats their desire,
And saves us as a Brand snatcht from the fire;
And now let us, with chearful Hymns of praise,
And Hearts inflamed with love an Altar raise
Of Gratitude to God, who doth advance
His out-streatcht Arm in our Deliverance,
Tis only He, that doth protect his Sheep,
Tis he alone doth this poor Island keep
from Romish Wolves, which would us soon devour,