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.