Arrayed against our church and faith,
The powers of darkness rage,
And the proud tyrants of the earth
Unholy warfare wage.
O God, Thou wilt not hear,;
Thou, Lord, will not regard
But each dark crime is known to Thee,
And meets its just reward.
The Father of the fatherless,
The helper of the weak,
Thy hand shall every wrong redress,
Thy voice shall comfort speak.
And soon shall dawn that blessèd day,
When sin and woe shall cease,
And earth, beneath Messiah’s sway,
Enjoy perpetual peace.