Lord, we have heard thy works of old
Thy works of power and grace
When to our ears our fathers told
The wonders of their days

How thou did build thy churches here
And make thy gospel known;
Amongst them did thine arm appear
Thy light and glory shone

In God they boasted all the day
And in a cheerful throng
Did thousands meet to praise and pray
And grace was all their song

But now our souls are seized with shame
Confusion fills our face
To hear the enemy blaspheme
And fools reproach thy grace

Yet have we not forgot our God
Nor falsеly dealt with heaven
Nor havе our steps declined the road
Of duty thou hast given;

Though dragons all around us roar
With their destructive breath
And thine own hand has bruised us sore
Hard by the gates of death
We are exposed all day to die
As martyrs for thy cause
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie
By sharp and bloody laws

Awake, arise, Almighty Lord
Why sleeps thy wonted grace?
Why should we look like men abhorred
Or banished from thy face?

Wilt thou for ever cast us off
And still neglect our cries?
For ever hide thine heavenly love
From our afflicted eyes?

Down to the dust our soul is bowed
And dies upon the ground;
Rise for our help, rebuke the proud
And all their powers confound

Redeem us from perpetual shame
Our Savior and our God;
We plead the honors of thy name
The merits of thy blood