O God, No Longer Hold Thy Peace

O God

no long­er hold Thy peace

No long­er si­lent be;

Thine ene­mies lift up their head

To fight Thy saints and Thee.

Against Thine own

whom Thou dost love

Their craft Thy foes em­ploy;

They think to cut Thy peo­ple off

Thy church they would de­stroy.

Thine an­cient foes

con­spir­ing still

With one con­sent agree

And they who with Thy peo­ple strive

Make war

O God

on Thee.

O God

who in our fa­thers’ time

Didst smite our foes and Thine

So smite Thine ene­mies to­day

Who in their pride com­bine.

Make them like dust and stub­ble blown

Before the whirl­wind dire

In ter­ror driv’n be­fore the storm

Of Thy con­sum­ing fire.

Confound them in their sin till they

To Thee for par­don fly

Till in dis­may they

trem­bling

own

That Thou art God Most High.