1 Our ears have heard, O glorious God,
What work You did of old,
And how the heathen felt Your rod,
Our father's oft have told.
2 You had a favor to the seed;
Which sprang of Jacob's line,
And still on man before decreed,
That love electing shine.
3 From grace alone their strength shall spring,
Not bow nor sword can save;
To God alone their LORD and King,
Shall all their banners wave.
4 Awake, O LORD, of Thine elect,
Achieve Thy great design;
Thy saints from Thee alone expect,
Salvation's light to shine.
5 In Thee alone we make our boasts
And glory all day long;
Arise at once, our Lord of hosts,
And fill our mouth with song.
Source: Psalms of Grace #44b