O God, Thou Art Our King of Old

O God

Thou art our king of old

Salvation Thou hast wrought;

In safe­ty through the migh­ty sea

Our fa­thers Thou hast brought.

With migh­ty arm Thou didst de­stroy

The pride of boast­ful man

And for Thy peo­ple made a path

Where migh­ty wa­ters ran.

The day is Thine

and Thine the night

And Thine the shin­ing sun;

At Thy com­mand earth’s bounds are set

And chang­ing sea­sons run.

Mark how Thine ene­mies

O Lord

Against Thee proud­ly speak;

Preserve Thy saints from wick­ed men

Be mind­ful of the meek.

Fulfill

O Lord

Thy co­ve­nant

Our strong pro­tect­or be

For in the earth are dark ab­odes

Of crime and cru­el­ty.

Let not Thy saints be put to shame;

No long­er in Thy sight

Permit Thy foes to vaunt them­selves;

Lord

vin­di­cate the right.