1 In Thy heritage the nations 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.

2 O how long against Thy people
shall Thy anger burn, O LORD?
On Thy enemies, the heathen,
be Thy 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.

3 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.

4 Let Thy foes no longer scorn Thee,
now avenge Thy servants slain;
loose the pris'ner, save the dying,
all Thy enemies restrain;
then Thy flock, Thy chosen people,
unto Thee Thy thanks shall raise,
and to every generation,
we will sing Thy glorious praise.