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.

Carry the standard bravely
Into the world’s great field;
Never desert our army,
Never give up our shield.

Refrain

Onward, onward, onward!
Cheerily, cheerily sing;
O carry the standard bravely
For Christ, the Lord, our King;
O carry the standard bravely
For Christ, the Lord, our King.

Carry the standard firmly,
Bear it where’er we go;
Wave it in youth’s bright morning,
Love for the Lord to show.

Refrain

Carry the standard nobly,
Asking for aid divine;
Praying for light and wisdom
Over the path to shine.

Refrain

The royal banners forward go,
The cross shines forth in mystic glow;
Where He in flesh, our flesh Who made,
Our sentence bore, our ransom paid.

Where deep for us the spear was dyed,
Life’s torrent rushing from His side,
To wash us in that precious flood,
Where mingled water flowed, and blood.

Fulfilled is all that David told
In true prophetic song of old,
Amidst the nations, God, saith he,
Hath reigned and triumphed from the tree.

O tree of beauty, tree of light!
O tree with royal purple dight!
Elect on whose triumphal breast
Those holy limbs should find their rest.

Blest tree, whose chosen branches bore
The wealth that did the world restore,
The price of humankind to pay,
And spoil the spoiler of his prey.

Upon its arms, like balance true,
He weighed the price for sinners due,
The price which none but He could pay,
And spoiled the spoiler of his prey.

O cross, our one reliance, hail!
Still may thy power with us avail
To give new virtue to the saint,
And pardon to the penitent.

To Thee, eternal Three in One,
Let homage meet by all be done:
As by the cross Thou dost restore,
So rule and guide us evermore.