Verse 1
All nations, tongues, and people bless,
But chiefly, O thou Triune God,
Protect thy Israel in distress,
Throughout the world disperst abroad;
Hated, opprest, thy church defend,
And bless, and save them to the end.

Verse 2
Forth from the midst of Babel call
Thy servants who thy word obey,
Before thy plagues o’erwhelm them all
That own the beastly Pontiff’s sway,
Before thy fiery breath consume
The last great Antichrist of Rome.

Verse 3
Thou knowest, th’ usurping man of sin
O’er all thy purer churches reigns:
This cruel Antichrist within,
He holds our struggling souls in chains,
Or sits sublime in Moses’ chair,
And lords it o’er thy people there.

Verse 4
Come, glorious God, our souls unbind,
And let the reign of Satan cease,
And let thy spouse on thee reclin’d
Ascend out of the wilderness,
From every spot and wrinkle clear,
And perfect as her husband here.