See! roused by dis­cord’s fierce al­arms,
The head­long na­tions rush to arms;
But God aloud as­serts His sway,
And earth’s whole fab­ric melts away.

O come, be­hold a scene of dread,
Behold a world with slaugh­ter spread;
And know, ’tis God who bids each land
Thus feel the ter­rors of His hand.

’Tis His, again the earth to cheer,
To break the bow, to snap the spear,
To wrap in flames the glit­ter­ing car,
And hush the tu­mult of the war.

Be still, ye sons of pride, and own
That I am God, and I alone;
Exalted o’er each hea­then land,
Exalted ov­er the earth I stand.

On Heav’n’s high Lord our trust we build;
The God of Ja­cob is our shield;
His arm ex­ert­ed in our right,
Shall turn each ad­verse pow­er to flight!