1 We love Thee, Lord, and we adore,
Now is thine Arm reveal'd,
Thou art our Strength, our heav'nly Tow'r,
Our Bulwark, and our Shield.

2 We fly to our eternal Rock,
And find a sure Defence;
His holy Name our Lips invoke,
And draw Salvation thence.

3 When GOD, our Leader, shines in Arms,
What mortal Heart can bear
The Thunder of his loud Alarms?
The Lightning of his Spear?

4 He rides upon the winged Wind,
And Angels in Array
In Millions wait to know his Mind,
And swift as Flames obey.

5 He speaks, and at his fierce Rebuke
Whole Armies are dismay'd;
His Voice, his Frown, his angry Look,
Strikes all their Courage dead.

6 He forms our Gen'rals for the Field,
With all their dreadful Skill;
Gives them his awful Sword to wield,
And makes their Hearts of Steel.

7 [He arms our Captains to the fight,
(Tho' there his Name's forgot)
He girded Cyrus with his Might,
But Cyrus knew him not.

8 Oft has the Lord whole Nations blest,
For his own Church's Sake;
The Pow'rs that give his People Rest,
Shall of his Care partake.]