Dread Jehovah, God of Nations

Dread Je­ho­vah

God of na­tions

From Thy tem­ple in the skies

Hear Thy peo­ple’s sup­pli­ca­tions

Now for their de­li­ver­ance rise.

Lo

with deep con­tri­tion turn­ing

Humbly at Thy feet we bend;

Hear us

fast­ing

pray­ing

mourn­ing;

Hear us

spare us

and de­fend.

Foes

who’ve rav­aged peace­ful re­gions

Now for us the yoke pre­pare;

And

if Thou for­sake our le­gions

We

like them

the yoke must wear.

Shall re­li­gion’s foes en­slave us?

Shall their hea­then tongues ex­claim

Where’s your God? O rise to save us

And as­sert Thy glo­ri­ous name.

Though our sins

our hearts con­found­ing

Long and loud for ven­geance call

Thou hast mer­cy more ab­ound­ing

Jesus’ blood can cleanse from all.

Let that mer­cy veil trans­gress­ions

Let that blood our guilt ef­face:

Save Thy peo­ple from op­press­ion

Save from spoil Thy ho­ly place.

Hear

O God! the vows we ten­der;

With our hosts to bat­tle go;

Shield the head of each de­fend­er

And con­found the im­pi­ous foe

So when ceased the bat­tle’s rag­ing

Thine shall be the vic­tor’s praise;

And in Thy ho­ly bonds en­gag­ing

We will serve Thee all our days.