O God, No Longer Hold Thy peace

Verse 1

O God, no longer hold Thy peace, no longer silent be; Thy enemies lift up their head to fight Thy saints and Thee. Against Thy own, whom Thou dost love, their craft Thy foes employ; they think to cut Thy people off, Thy people would destroy.

Verse 2

Thy ancient foes, conspiring still, with one consent agree, and they who with Thy people strive make war, O God, with Thee. O God, who in our fathers' time didst smite our foes and Thine, so smite Thy enemies today who in their pride combine.

Verse 3

Make them like dust and stubble blown before the whirlwind dire, in terror driv'n before the storm of Thy consuming fire. Confound them in their sin till they to Thee for pardon fly, till in dismay they trembling own that Thou art GOD Most High.