7 We are expos'd all day to die As martyrs for thy cause, As sheep for slaughter bound we lie By sharp and bloody laws.
8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord, Why sleeps thy wonted grace? Why should we look like men abhorr'd, Or banish'd from thy face?
9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off And still neglect our cries? For ever hide thine heavenly love From our afflicted eyes?
10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd, And dies upon the ground; Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their powers confound.
11 Redeem us from perpetual shame, Our Saviour and our God; We plead the honours of thy Name, The merits of thy blood.