Let God arise, and by His might
Let all His foes be put to flight;
But O ye right­eous, glad­ly sing,
Exult be­fore your God and king.

Jehovah’s prais­es sound abroad
Rejoice before the liv­ing God;
Prepare the way that He may come
And make the de­sert places bloom.

A fa­ther of the fa­ther­less,
A judge of wi­dows in dis­tress
Is God, the God of bound­less grace,
Who dwells with­in His ho­ly place.

God frees the cap­tive and He sends
The bless­ed­ness of home and friends,
And on­ly those in dark­ness stay
Who will not trust Him and ob­ey.

O Zi­on, ’tis thy God’s com­mand
That thou in strength se­cure­ly stand;
O God, con­firm and strength­en still,
Thy pur­pos­es in us ful­fill.

O Thou, whose glo­ri­ous tem­ple stands
In Zi­on, famed through hea­then lands,
Kings shall Thy pow­er and glo­ry see,
And bring their pre­sents un­to Thee.

Thou wilt re­buke the fierce and strong
Who hate the right and choose the wrong,
And scat­ter those who peace ab­hor,
The na­tions that de­light in war.

The hea­then princ­es yet shall flee
From id­ols and re­turn to Thee;
Earth’s sin­ful and be­night­ed lands,
To God shall soon stretch out their hands.