1 To thee, who reign'st supreme above,
And reign'st supreme below,
Thou God of wisdom, power, and love
We our successes owe.
2 The thundering horse, the martial band
Without thine aid were vain;
And victory flies at thy command,
To crown the bright campaign.
3 Thy mighty arm, unseen, was nigh,
When we our foes assail'd;
'Tis thou hast rais'd our honours high,
And o'er their hosts prevail'd.
4 To our young race will we proclaim,
The mercies GOD has shown;
That they may learn to bless thy name
And choose him for their own.
5 Thus, while we sleep in silent dust,
When threat'ning dangers come,
Their Father's GOD shall be their trust,
Their Refuge and their home.
Source: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns: done under the appointment of the Philadelphian Association #CCXIII