O God of earth and al­tar, bow down and hear our cry,
Our earth­ly rul­ers fal­ter, our peo­ple drift and die;
The walls of gold en­tomb us, the swords of scorn di­vide;
Take not Thy thun­der from us, but take away our pride.

From all that ter­ror teach­es, from lies of tongue and pen,
From all the ea­sy speech­es that com­fort cru­el men;
From sale and pro­fa­na­tion of hon­or and the sword;
From sleep and from dam­na­tion, de­liv­er us, good Lord!

Tie in a liv­ing te­ther, the prince and priest and thrall;
Bind all our lives to­ge­ther, smite us and save us all;
In ire and ex­ul­ta­tion aflame with faith and free,
Lift up a liv­ing na­tion, a sin­gle sword to Thee.