O Happy Nation

O hap­py na­tion

where the Lord

Reveals the trea­sure of His Word

And builds His Church

His earth­ly throne!

His eye the hea­then world sur­veys

He formed their hearts

He knows their ways;

But God their mak­er is un­known.

Let kings re­ly up­on their host

And of his strength the cham­pi­on boast;

In vain they boast

in vain re­ly;

In vain we trust the bru­tal force

Or speed

or cour­age

of a horse

To guard his rid­er or to fly.

The eye of Thy com­pas­sion

Lord

Doth more se­cure de­fense af­ford

When death or dan­gers threat­en­ing stand;

Thy watch­ful eye pre­serves the just

Who make Thy name their fear and trust

When wars or fam­ine waste the land.

In sick­ness

or the bloo­dy field

Thou our physician

Thou our shield

Send us sal­va­tion from Thy throne:

We wait to see Thy good­ness shine;

Let us re­joice in help di­vine

For all our hope is God alone.