1 O GOD, be Thou no longer still;
Thy foes are leagued against Thy law;
Make bare Thine arm on Zion's hill,
Great Captain of our Holy War.
2 As Amalek and Ishmael
Had war forever with Thy seed,
So all the hosts of Rome and hell
Against Thy Son their armies lead.
3 Though they're agreed in nought beside,
Against Thy truth they all unite;
They rave against the crucified
And hate the gospel's growing might.
4 By Kishon's brook all Jabin's band
At thy rebuke were swept away;
O Lord, display Thy mighty hand;
A single stgroke shall win the day.
5 Come, rushing wind, the stubble chase!
Come, sacred fire, the forests burn!
Come, Lord, with all Thy conquering grace,
Rebellious hearts to Jesus turn!
6 That men may know at once that Thou,
Jehovah, lovest truth right well;
And that Thy church shall never bow
Before the boastful gates of hell.
Source: Spurgeon's Own Hymn Book #83