1 O Lord, our nation’s help and friend,
Thy Churchʼs shield until the end;
Protect us with Thy mighty hand,
Guard our belovèd native land.

2 From Thy high throne above the skies,
Behold what wicked men devise;
Avert, we pray, the threatened storm,
And foil the monstrous schemes they form.

3 Let thunders roar, impress with fear:
May they Thine awful power revere;
And learn from Thine uplifted rod,
Our country still is dear to God.

4 O Thou, whose rule and sovereign sway
All things in Heav’n and earth obey,
Abase the proud, exalt the poor,
Let sinners tremble, saints adore.

5 For Jesusʼ sake, that mighty name,
Clothe all our enemies with shame;
Our thankful voices then shall raise
Loud songs to our deliverer’s praise.