O Lord of Hosts, Almighty King

O Lord of hosts

al­migh­ty king

Behold the sac­ri­fice we bring:

To ev­ery arm Thy strength im­part;

Thy Spir­it shed through ev­ery heart.

Wake in our breasts the liv­ing fires

The ho­ly faith that warmed our sires;

Thy hand hath made our na­tion free;

To die for her is serv­ing Thee.

Be Thou a pil­lared flame to show

The mid­night snare

the si­lent foe;

And when the bat­tle thun­ders loud

Still guide us in its mov­ing cloud.

God of all na­tions

sov­er­eign Lord

In Thy dread name we draw the sword

We lift the star­ry flag on high

That fills with light our stor­my sky.

From trea­son’s rent

from mur­der’s stain

Guard Thou its folds till peace shall reign

Till fort and field

till shore and sea

Join our loud an­them

praise to Thee.