The New Hampshire Gazette

: The Third Psalm paraphrased,

Alluding to his PRussian Majesty.

Look down, O God! regard my Cry!
On Thee my Hopes depend:
I'm close beset, without Ally;
Be thou my Shield and Friend.

Confed'rate Kings and Princes League,
On ev'ry Side attack:
To perpetrate the black Intrigue.
But thou canst drive them back.

Long did I fear their Wink and Nod
In close Cabals they cry'd,
There is no help for him in GOD:
His Kingdom we'll divide.

Amid their Army's dreadful Glare
Thou gav'st me inward Might,
Teaching my Arm the Art of War,
My Fingers how to fight.

Tho' vet'ran Troops my Camp invest,
Expert in War's Alarms,
Calmly I lay me down to rest
In thy protecting Arms.

Nor will I fear their empty Boats,
Tho' Thousands Thousands join:
Since thou art still the GOD of Hosts;
And Victory is thine.

Arise, O God, and plead my Cause,
O! save me by thy Pow'r;
If e'er I reverenc'd thy Laws,
Guide this important Hour!

Tis done!-they Shudder with Dismay
My Troops maintain their Ground:
Lo! their embattl'd Lines give Way,
And we are Victors crown'd!

Success, ye Kings, is not your Gift;
To Heav'n it does belong:
The Race not always to the Swift,
Nor Battle to the Strong.