CXL. Protect us, Lord, from fatal harm

1 Protect us, Lord, from fatal harm;
Behold our rising woes;
We trust alone the powerful arm,
To scatter all our foes.

2 Their tongue is like a poison'd dart,
Their thoughts are full of guile,
While rage and carnage swell their heart,
They wear a peaceful smile.

3 O GOD of grace, thy guardian care,
When foes without invade,
Or spread within a deeper snare,
Supplies our constant aid.

4 Let falshood flee before thy face,
Thy heavenly truth extend,
And nations taste thy heavenly grace,
And all delusion end.

5 With daily bread the poor supply,
The cause of justice plead,
And be thy church exalted high,
With Christ the glorious head.

Text Information
First Line: Protect us, Lord, from fatal harm
Meter: Common Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1785
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