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.

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 love veil our transgressions,
Let that blood our guilt efface:
Save Thy people from oppression,
Save from spoil Thy holy place.

Now may the God of power and grace
Attend His people’s humble cry!
Jehovah hears when Israel prays,
And brings deliverance from on high.

The Name of Jacob’s God defends
Better than shields or brazen walls;
He from His sanctuary sends
Succor and strength, when Zion calls.

Well He remembers our sighs,
His love exceeds our best deserts;
His love accepts the sacrifice
Of humble groans and broken hearts.

In His salvation is our hope,
And in the Name of Israel’s God,
Our troops shall lift their banners up
Our navies spread their flags abroad.

Some trust in horses trained for war,
And some of chariots make their boasts;
Our surest expectations are
From Thee, the Lord of heav’nly hosts.

O may the memory of Thy Name
Inspire our armies for the fight!
Our foes shall fall and die with shame,
Or quit the field with shameful flight.

Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear;
Now let our hopes be firm and strong
Till the salvation shall appear,
And joy and triumph raise the song.