Dread Jehovah, God of nations,
From Thy temple in the skies,
Hear Thy people’s supplications,
Now for their deliverance rise.
Lo, with deep contritions turning,
Humbly at Thy feet we bend;
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning;
Hear us, spare us, and defend.
Foes, who’ve ravaged peaceful regions,
Now for us the yoke prepare;
And, if Thou forsake our legions,
We, like them, the yoke must wear.
Shall religion’s foes enslave us?
Shall their heathen tongues exclaim,
Where’s your God? O rise to save us,
And assert Thy glorious name.
Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
Long and loud for vengeance call,
Thou hast mercy more abounding,
Jesus’ blood can cleanse from all.
Let that mercy veil transgressions,
Let that blood our guilt efface:
Save Thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil Thy holy place.
Hear, O God! the vows we tender;
With our hosts to battle go;
Shield the head of each defender,
And confound the impious foe,
So when ceased the battle’s raging,
Thine shall be the victor’s praise;
And in Thy holy bonds engaging,
We will serve Thee all our days.