1 Protect us Lord, from fatal harm;
Behold our rising woes;
We trust alone Thy powerful arm,
To scatter all our foes.
2 Their tongue is like a poisoned 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 falsehood 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.
Source: The Book of Worship #406