God Saved His People from Distress

God saved His peo­ple from dis­tress

And led them through the wil­der­ness;

Then mount­ains trem­bled in their place

The heav’ns were bowed be­fore His face.

With co­pi­ous show­ers Thou didst as­suage

The thirst­ing of Thy her­it­age;

Thy con­gre­ga­tion dwelt se­cure;

Thou

God

art gra­cious to the poor.

With glo­ri­ous pomp our king and God

Has en­tered in­to His abode

With sac­red min­strel­sy and song

While maid­ens with their tim­brels throng.

Assemble ye be­fore His face

All ye that spring from Is­ra­el’s race;

Ye chos­en tribes with one ac­cord

Come ye

and bless your God

the Lord.