When wilt Thou save the people? O God of mercy! when? Not kings and lords, but nations! Not thrones and crowns, but men! Flowers of Thy heart, O God, are they! Let them not pass, like weeds, away! Their heritage a sunless day! God save the people!
Shall crime bring crime for ever, Strength aiding still the strong? Is it Thy will, O Father! That man shall toil for wrong? 'No!' say Thy mountains; 'No!' Thy skies; 'Man's clouded sun shall brightly rise, And songs be heard instead of sighs.' God save the people!
When whilt thou save the people? O God of mercy! when? The people, Lord! the people! Not thrones and crowns, but men! God save the people! Thine they are; Thy children, as Thy angels fair; Save them from bondage and despair! God save the people!
