Lord, Thou Hast Scourged Our Guilty Land

Lord Thou hast scourged our guil­ty land

Behold Thy peo­ple mourn;

Shall ven­geance ev­er guide Thy hand?

And mer­cy ne’er re­turn?

Beneath the ter­rors of Thine eye

Earth’s haugh­ty tow­ers de­cay;

Thy frown­ing man­tle spreads the sky

And mor­tals melt away.

Our Zi­on trem­bles at Thy stroke

And dreads Thy lift­ed hand!

Oh

heal the people Thou hast broke

And save the sink­ing land.

Exalt Thy ban­ner in the field

For those that fear Thy name;

From bar­bar­ous hosts our na­tion shield

And put our foes to shame.

Attend our ar­mies to the fight

And be their guard­ian God;

In vain shall nu­mer­ous pow­ers unite

Against Thy lift­ed rod.

Our troops be­neath Thy guid­ing hand

Shall gain a glad re­nown:

’Tis God who makes the fee­ble stand

And treads the migh­ty down.