Let God arise, and let His foes
Who fierce­ly Him and His op­pose
Be scat­tered far away!
Thou, Je­sus, on our side ap­pear
And bring Thy great sal­va­tion near
And an­swer, while we pray.

Rebuke their proud ty­ran­nic boast,
Who vaunt­ing against Is­ra­el’s host
Do Is­ra­el’s God de­fy;
Thee in Thy peo­ple they re­proach,
And touch­ing us, pre­sume to touch
The ap­ple of Thine eye.

Who per­se­cute the sons of light,
And kick against the pricks, and fight
Against their Mak­er-God,
Bow down be­neath Thine an­ger’s weight,
Convince them of their lost es­tate,
And show them to Thy blood.

No far­ther let their rage pro­ceed,
Arise, and bruise the ser­pent’s head,
Who bruis­es now Thy heel;
Thou know’st Thy fee­ble fol­low­ers’ pain,
For Thou dost all our griefs sus­tain,
And all our sor­rows feel.