Help, migh­ty God!
The strong man bows him­self,
The good and wise are few,
The stand­ard-bear­ers faint,
The ene­my pre­vails.
Help, God of might,
In this Thy Church’s night!

Help, migh­ty God!
Evil is now our good,
And er­ror is our truth,
Darkness is now our light,
Iniquity o’er­flows.
Help, God of might,
Defend, de­fend the right!

Help, migh­ty God!
Men turn their ear away
From the great voice di­vine;
And each one seeks his own
Dark ora­cle of lies.
Help, God of might,
The id­ols, Lord, af­fright!

Help, migh­ty God!
Men slight the grace di­vine,
They mock the glo­ri­ous love;
And the great gift of God
Is as a thing of naught.
Help, God of might,
The foe arise and smite!

Help, migh­ty God!
The blind now lead the blind,
Man has be­come as God,
The tree of know­ledge now
Bears its last, rip­est fruit!
Help, God of might,
For us come forth and fight!

Help, migh­ty God!
The per­fect word of Hea­ven
Is as the Si­byl’s scroll;
And the great mount of God
Is as Do­do­na’s shrine.
Help, God of might,
And in the dark give light!

Help, migh­ty God!
The cross is grow­ing old,
And the great se­pul­cher
Is but a He­brew tomb!
The Christ has died in vain!
Help, God of might,
Else shall faith per­ish quite!

Help, migh­ty God!
The Christ of ag­es past
Is now the Christ no more!
Altar and fire are gone,
The vic­tim but a dream!
Help, God of might,
Put the fierce foe to flight!

Help, migh­ty God!
The world is wax­ing grey,
And cha­ri­ty grows chill,
And faith is at its ebb,
And hope is wi­ther­ing!
Help, God of might,
Appear in glo­ry bright!