Arrayed against our church and faith,
The pow­ers of dark­ness rage,
And the proud ty­rants of the earth
Unholy war­fare wage.

They say, O God, Thou wilt not hear,
Thou, Lord, will not re­gard;
But each dark crime is known to Thee,
And meets its just re­ward.

The Fa­ther of the fa­ther­less,
The help­er of the weak,
Thy hand shall ev­ery wrong re­dress,
Thy voice shall com­fort speak.

And soon shall dawn that bless­èd day,
When sin and woe shall cease,
And earth, be­neath Mes­si­ah’s sway,
Enjoy per­pe­tu­al peace.