As Thou, O Lord, hast made me strong
To ov­er­come my migh­ty foe,
So now to fight against the wrong
And con­quer in Thy name I go.

From strife Thou wilt de­liv­er me,
And make the na­tions own my sway;
Strange peo­ples, when my pow­er they see,
Shall come with tremb­ling and ob­ey.

Jehovah lives, and blest is He,
My rock, my re­fuge and de­fense,
My Sav­ior who de­liv­ers me,
And will the wick­ed re­com­pense.

For grace and mer­cy ev­er near,
For foes sub­dued and vic­to­ries won,
All na­tions of the earth shall hear
My praise for what the Lord has done.

To Da­vid, His anoint­ed king,
And to his sons up­on his throne,
The Lord will great sal­va­tion bring
And ev­er make His mer­cy known.