1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old, Thy works of power and grace, When to our ears our fathers told The wonders of their days:
2 How thou didst build thy churches here, And make thy gospel known; Amongst them did thine arm appear, Thy light and glory shone.
3 In God they boasted all the day, And in a cheerful throng Did thousands meet to praise and pray, And grace was all their song.
4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame, Confusion fills our face, To hear the enemy blaspheme, And fools reproach thy grace.
5 Yet have we not forgot our God, Nor falsely dealt with heaven, Nor have our steps declin'd the road Of duty thou hast given.
6 Tho' dragons all around us roar With their destructive breath, And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore Hard by the gates of death.