In Thy heritage the heathen Now, O God, triumphant stand; They defile Thy holy temple, They destroy Thy chosen land; Ruthless, they have slain Thy servants, They have caused Thy saints to mourn; In the sight of all about us We endure reproach and scorn.
O how long against Thy people Shall Thine anger burn, O Lord? On Thine enemies, the heathen, Be Thine indignation poured; Smite the kingdoms that defy Thee, Calling not upon Thy Name; They have long devoured Thy people And have swept Thy land with flame.
O remember not against us Evil by our fathers wrought; Haste to help us in Thy mercy Near to ruin we are brought; Help us, God of our salvation, For the glory of Thy Name; For Thy Name’s sake come and save us, Take away our sin and shame.
Let Thy foes no longer scorn Thee, Now avenge Thy servants slain; Loose the prisoner, save the dying, All Thine enemies restrain; Then Thy flock, Thy chosen people, Unto Thee their thanks shall raise, And to every generation We will sing Thy glorious praise.