Cast off, and scatter'd in Thine ire,
Lord, on our woes with pity look.
The land's enforc'd foundations shook,
Whose yawning ruptures sighs expire
O cure the breaches Thou hast rent,
And make her firmly permanent.

Our souls Thou hast with sorrow fed,
And mad'st us drink of deadly wine.
Yet now Thy ensigns giv'st to Thine,
Ev'n when beset with trembling dread,
That we Thy banner may display,
Whilst truth to conquest makes our way.

O hear us, who Thy aid implore,
Lord, with Thy own right hand defend,
To Thy beloved succour send.
God by His sanctity thus swore:
I Succoth's valley will divide,
In Shechem's spoils be magnifi'd.

Mine Gilead is, Manasseh Mine,
Ephraim My strength in battle bold,
Thou, Judah, shalt My sceptre hold,
I will triumph on Palestine,
Base servitude shall Moab waste,
O'er Edom I my shoe will cast.

Who will our forward troops direct
To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd,
Or into sandy Edom guide?
Lord, wilt not Thou, that did'st reject,
Nor would'st before our armies go,
Now lead our host against the foe?

O then, when dangers most affright,
Do Thou our troubled souls sustain,
For lo! the help of man is vain.
Through Thee we valiantly shall fight,
Our flying foes Thou shalt tread down,
And Thine with wreaths of conquest crown.