Arm of the Lord, awake, awake!
Put on Thy strength, the na­tions shake,
And let the world, ador­ing, see
Triumphs of mer­cy wrought by Thee.

Say to the hea­then from Thy throne,
I am Je­ho­vah, God alone;
Thy voice their id­ols shall con­found,
And cast their al­tars to the ground.

No more let crea­ture blood be spilt,
Vain sac­ri­fice for hu­man guilt!
But to each con­sci­ence be ap­plied
The blood that flowed from Je­sus’ side.

Let Zi­on’s time of fa­vor come;
O bring the tribes of Is­ra­el home;
And let our won­der­ing eyes be­hold
Gentiles and Jews in Je­sus’ fold.

Almighty God, Thy grace pro­claim
In ev­ery clime of ev­ery name;
Let ad­verse pow­ers be­fore Thee fall,
And crown the Sav­ior Lord of all.