1 From foes that round us rise,
O God of heav'n, defend,
Who brave the vengeance of the skies,
And with thy saints contend.
2 Behold, from distant shores
And desert wilds they come,
Combine for blood their barb'rous force,
And through thy cities roam.
3 Beneath the silent shade
Their sacred plots they lay
Our peaceful walls by night invade,
And waste the fields by day.
4 And will the God of grace,
Regardless of our pain,
Permit, secure, that impious race
To riot in their reign?
5 In vain their secret guile,
Or open force they prove;
His eye can pierce the deepest veil,
His hand their strength remove.
6 Yet save them, Lord, from death,
Lest we forget their doom;
But drive them with thine angry breath,
Through distant lands to roam.
7 Then shall our grateful voice
Proclaim our guardian God:
The nations round the earth rejoice,
And sound the praise abroad.
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First Line: | From foes that round us rise |
Title: | Prayer for national deliverance |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. |