A new verse to an old hymn

Oh Lord my God, when I, in awesome wonder, consider all the "perps" my land employs,

I plead with Tsars, yet fear the nightly plunder, as powerful louts abuse the word's new toys.

Yet sings my soul, my Saviour God to thee,

"How great thou art. You hate their art."

In all the world, how soon shall none be free?

Now take our part, our case to heart!