God fights for his church.
Let Sion in her King rejoice,
Tho’ tyrants rage and kingdoms rise;
He utters his almighty voice,
The nations melt, the tumult dies.
The Lord of old for Jacob fought,
And Jacob’s God is still our aid;
Behold the works his hand has wrought,
What desolations he has made!
From sea to sea, thro’ all the shores,
He makes the noise of battle cease;
When from on high his thunder roars,
He awes the trembling world to peace.
He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear,
Chariots he burns with heavenly flame;
Keep silence all the earth, and hear
The sound and glory of his Name.
“Be still, and learn that I am God,
“I’ll be exalted o’er the lands,
“I will be known and fear’d abroad,
“But still my throne in Sion stands.”
O Lord of hosts, almighty King,
While we so near thy presence dwell,
Our faith shall sit secure, and sing
Defiance to the gates of hell.