Jesus, our help in time of need,
Thy suf­fer­ing ser­vants see,
Who would in all Thy foot­steps tread,
And bear the cross with Thee.
Stand by us in this ev­il hour,
Our fee­ble souls de­fend,
And in our weak­ness show Thy pow­er,
And keep us to the end.

The world, and their in­fer­nal god
Against Thy peo­ple rise,
Because our trust is in Thy blood
They min­gle earth and skies.
Slaughter, and cru­el threats they breathe,
And end­less bat­tles wage,
And gnash upon us with their teeth,
And tear the ground with rage.

Captain of our sal­va­tion, hear,
In all the hea­then’s sight
Make bare Thine arm; ap­pear, ap­pear
And for Thy peo­ple fight.
Jesus, Thy right­eous cause main­tain,
The sons of vio­lence quell,
Take to Thee Thy great pow­er, and reign
O’er Hea­ven, and earth, and hell.

As chaff be­fore the whirl­wind drive
And bruise them by Thy rod,
Who mad­ly with their mak­er strive,
And fight against their God.
Who kick against the pricks in vain
Thy foes in an­ger blast,
And chast­en with ju­di­cial pain,
But save their souls at last.

O that at last by love com­pelled
The re­bels might sub­mit,
In hum­ble hope of mer­cy yield,
And trem­ble at Thy feet!
The faith they per­se­cute, em­brace,
On Thee their Lord re­ly,
And live the mo­nu­ments of Thy grace,
And for Thy glo­ry die!