O Lord, our fa­thers oft have told,
In our at­tent­ive ears,
Thy won­ders in their days per­formed,
And in more an­cient years.

’Twas not their cour­age, or their sword,
To them sal­va­tion gave;
’Twas not their num­ber or their strength
That did their coun­try save.

But Thy right hand, Thy pow­er­ful arm,
Whose suc­cor they implored—
Thy pro­vi­dence pro­tect­ed them,
Who Thy great name ad­ored.

As Thee their God our fa­thers owned
So Thou art still our king;
O there­fore as Thou didst to them,
To us de­liv­er­ance bring.

To Thee the glo­ry we as­cribe,
From whom sal­va­tion came;
In God, our shield, we will re­joice,
And ev­er bless Thy name.