Looking to God in the Distress of War

Verse 1

Lord thou hast scourg'd our guilty land, Behold thy people mourn; Shall vengeance ever guide thy hand? And mercy ne'er return?

Verse 2

Beneath the terrors of thine eye, Earth's haughty tow'rs decay; Thy frowning mantle spreads the sky, And mortals melt away.

Verse 3

Our Zion trembles at thy stroke, And dreads thy lifted hand; Oh, heal the people thou hast broke, And save the sinking land.

Verse 4

Exalt thy banner in the field, For those that fear thy name; From barb'rous hosts our nation shield, And put our foes to shame.

Verse 5

Attend our armies to the fight, And be their guardian God; In vain shall num'rous pow'rs unite, Against thy lifted rod.

Verse 6

Our troops beneath thy guiding hand, Shall gain a glad renown: 'Tis God who makes the feeble stand, And treads the mighty down.