Prayer for National Deliverance

Verse 1

From foes, that round us rise, O God of heav'n, defend, Who brave the vengeance of the skies, And with thy saints contend.

Verse 2

Behold, from distant shores, And desert wilds they come, Combine for blood their barb'rous force, And thro' thy cities roam.

Verse 3

Beneath the silent shade, Their sacred plots they lay, Our peaceful walls by night invade, And waste the fields by day.

Verse 4

And will the God of grace, Regardless of our pain, Permit secure that impious race, To riot in their reign?

Verse 5

In vain their secret guile, Or open force they prove; His eye can pierce the deepest veil, His hand their strength remove.

Verse 6

Yet save them, Lord, from death, Lest we forget their doom; But drive them with thine angry breath, Thro' distant lands to roam.

Verse 7

Then shall our grateful voice Proclaim our guardian God; The nations round the earth rejoice, And sound thy praise abroad.