1 We love thee, Lord, and we adore, Now is thine arm reveal'd; Thou art our strength, our heavenly tower, 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 generals 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 powers that give his people rest, Shall of his care partake.]