1 LORD, we have heard our fathers tell,
The wonders of Thy hand;
How all their foes before Thee fell,
And they possessed the land.
2 They conquered not by spear or sword,
Or aught that was their own;
And we, like them, Almighty LORD,
Would rest on Thee alone.
3 But ah, You seemed to cast us off,
And put our hopes to shame;
And yet amidst defeat and scoff,
We trust Thee still the same.
4 Arise, great God, no longer sleep;
Thy grace no more withhold.
Redeem, restore Thy scattered sheep,
And save us as of old.
Source: Psalms of Grace #44a