Your cities are burned with fire: your land, strangers devour it in your presence.
Isaiah 1:7
Words: Louis F. Benson, 1910. Suggested by Reginald Heber’s From Foes That Would the Land Devour.
Music: Elliott, arranged from Lowell Mason, 1859 (🔊 pdf nwc).
From hands that would our land deflower,
From selfish greed and grasping power,
From willful waste of freedom’s dower,
From pleasure’s flooding wave;
From all unrest by envy bred,
From all assaults by passion led,
From anarchy with banners red,
Good Lord, defend and save.
Let power and justice side by side
Bring civil peace and civic pride;
Still may the ancient order bide
Of law and liberty.
Keep firm the bond of brotherhood,
Keep green the memory of the good,
Defend the ramparts, where they stood,
With men who trust in Thee.