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!