1 The LORD to thy Request attend,
And always hear thee in Distress;
The Name of Jacob's GOD defend,
And ever grant thy Arms success!
2 To aid thee from on high repair,
And timely Help from Sion give;
Remember all thy Off'rings there,
And still thy Sacrifice receive.
3 To compass thy own Heart's Desire,
May GOD thy Counsels still direct!
May kindly all Events conspire,
To bring them to a good Effect!
4 To thy Salvation, LORD, for Aid,
With Hope we chearfully repair;
With Banners in thy Name display'd,
"The Lord of Hosts accept thy Pray'r."
5 Our Hopes are fix'd, that now the LORD,
Our gracious Sov'reign will defend;
From Heav'n, resistless Strength afford,
And to his humble Pray'r attend.
6 Some trust in Steeds for War design'd,
And some on Chariots will rely;
Against them all, we'll call to mind,
The mighty Pow'r of GOD most high.
7 But from their Steeds and Chariots thrown,
Behold them scatter'd o'er the Plain;
Disorder'd, broke, and trampled down,
Whilst firm our conqu'ring Troops remain.
8 Still save us, LORD, and still proceed,
To give our rightful Cause Success!
Hear, King of Heav'n! in Times of Need,
The Pray'rs we to thy Throne address.