O Lord, Our Nation’s Help and Friend

O Lord

our na­tion’s help and friend

Thy Churchʼs shield un­til the end;

Protect us with Thy migh­ty hand

Guard our be­lov­èd na­tive land.

From Thy high throne ab­ove the skies

Behold what wick­ed men de­vise;

Avert

we pray

the threat­ened storm

And foil the mon­strous schemes they form.

Let thun­ders roar

im­press with fear:

May they Thine awful pow­er rev­ere;

And learn from Thine up­lift­ed rod

Our coun­try still is dear to God.

O Thou

whose rule and sov­er­eign sway

All things in Heav’n and earth ob­ey

Abase the proud

ex­alt the poor

Let sin­ners trem­ble

saints ad­ore.

For Je­susʼ sake

that migh­ty name

Clothe all our ene­mies with shame;

Our thank­ful voic­es then shall raise

Loud songs to our de­liv­er­er’s praise.