O Lord, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,
Thy wonders in their days performed,
And in more ancient years.

’Twas not their courage, or their sword,
To them sal­va­tion gave;
’Twas not their number or their strength
That did their country save.

But Thy right hand, Thy pow­er­ful arm,
Whose succor they implored—
Thy providence protected them,
Who Thy great name adored.

As Thee their God our fathers owned
So Thou art still our King;
O therefore as Thou didst to them,
To us deliverance bring.

To Thee the glo­ry we ascribe,
From whom sal­va­tion came;
In God, our shield, we will rejoice,
And ever bless Thy name.