O Lord, Our Father, Shall We Be Confounded?

O Lord

our Fa­ther

shall we be con­found­ed

Who

though by tri­als and woes sur­round­ed

On Thee alone for help are still re­ly­ing

To Thee are cry­ing?

Lord

put to shame Thy foes who breathe de­fi­ance

And vain­ly make their might their sole re­li­ance;

In mer­cy turn to us

the poor and strick­en

Our hope to quick­en.

Be Thou our help­er and our strong de­fend­er;

Speak to our foes and cause them to sur­ren­der.

Yea

long be­fore their plans have been com­plet­ed

They are de­feat­ed.

’Tis vain to trust in man; for Thou

Lord

on­ly

Art the de­fense and com­fort of the lone­ly.

With Thee to lead

the bat­tle shall be glo­ri­ous

And we vic­tor­ious.

Thou art our he­ro

all our foes sub­du­ing;

Save Thou Thy lit­tle flock they are pur­su­ing.

We seek Thy help; for Je­sus’ sake be near us.

Great Help­er

hear us!