1 Ah! Lord our God, let them not be confounded
Who, though by want, and woe, and pain surrounded,
Yet day and night still for Thy hope are sighing,
To Thee are crying.

2 But put to shame Thy foes, who breathe defiance,
And make their own vain might their sole reliance;
O turn in mercy to Thy generation,
Lord, have compassion!

3 We stand bereft of help, and poor and lonely.
'Twere vain to trust in man;--with Thee, Lord, only
We may defeat the enemies around us
Who seek to wound us.

4 Thou art our Champion who canst overthrow them,
And save the little flock now crushed below them,
We trust in Thee; for Jesus' sake be near us!
Help, Helper hear us!