Verse 1
Saviour, in thy church appear
All opposers to controul,
Still alarm with sacred fear
Every persecuting soul;
Let the world again confounded
Scarce presume to stir or move,
Till we in the faith are grounded,
Rooted fast in humble love.
Verse 2
Heathens stand amaz’d, affrighted,
When thy people they survey
As a marshall’d host united,
Terrible in firm array;
When the shield of faith we bear
Mindful of our dying Lord,
Prevalent in mighty prayer,
Brandishing thy Spirit’s sword!
Verse 3
When the church of thine election
Rising from the wilderness,
Simply full of pure affection
Lives like those of ancient days;
When the universal Mother
Gathers all her sons in one,
When the Christians love each other—
Satan tumbles from his throne!