Scripture Verse

O God, Thou hast cast us off, Thou hast scattered us, Thou hast been displeased; O turn Thyself to us again. Psalm 60:1


Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719, alt. On a day of hu­mi­li­ation for dis­ap­point­ments in war.

Music: Old Mar­tyrs Psalms (Ed­in­burgh, Scot­land: 1615) (🔊 pdf nwc).


Lord, hast Thou cast the na­tion off?
Must we for ev­er mourn?
Wilt Thou in­dulge im­mor­tal wrath?
Shall mer­cy ne’er re­turn?

The ter­ror of one frown of Thine
Melts all our strength away;
Like men that tot­ter drunk with wine,
We trem­ble in dis­may.

Our na­tion shakes be­neath Thy stroke
And dreads Thy threat­en­ing hand;
O heal the coun­try Thou hast broke,
Confirm the wa­ver­ing land.

Lift up a ban­ner in the field
For those that fear Thy name;
Save Thy be­lov­èd with Thy shield,
And put our foes to shame.

Go with our ar­mies to the fight,
Like a con­fed­er­ate God;
In vain con­fed­er­ate pow­ers unite
Against Thy lift­ed rod.

Our troops shall gain a wide re­nown
By Thine as­sist­ing hand;
’Tis God that treads the migh­ty down,
And makes the fee­ble stand.

Original third stanza:

Great Bri­tain shakes be­neath thy stroke
And reads thy threat­en­ing hand;
O heal the is­land thou hast broke,
Confirm the wav’ring land.