1 Had not the God of truth and love,
When hosts against us rose,
Display'd his vengeance from above,
And crush'd the conquering foes,

2 Their armies, like a raging flood,
Had swept the guardless land,
Destroy'd on earth his bless'd abode,
And 'whelm'd our feeble band.

3 But safe beneath his spreading shield
His sons securely rest,
Defy the dangers of the field,
And bare the fearless breast.

4 And now our souls shall bless the Lord,
Who broke the deadly snare;
Who sav'd us from the murd'ring sword,
And made our lives his care.

5 Our help is in Jehovah's name,
Who form'd the heav'ns above;
He that supports their wond'rous frame,
Can guard his church by love.