Lord, Hast Thou Cast the Nation Off?

Lord

hast Thou cast the na­tion off?

Must we for ev­er mourn?

Wilt Thou in­dulge im­mor­tal wrath?

Shall mer­cy ne’er re­turn?

The ter­ror of one frown of Thine

Melts all our strength away;

Like men that tot­ter drunk with wine

We trem­ble in dis­may.

Our na­tion shakes be­neath Thy stroke

And dreads Thy threat­en­ing hand;

O heal the coun­try Thou hast broke

Confirm the wa­ver­ing land.

Lift up a ban­ner in the field

For those that fear Thy name;

Save Thy be­lov­èd with Thy shield

And put our foes to shame.

Go with our ar­mies to the fight

Like a con­fed­er­ate God;

In vain con­fed­er­ate pow­ers unite

Against Thy lift­ed rod.

Our troops shall gain a wide re­nown

By Thine as­sist­ing hand;

’Tis God that treads the migh­ty down

And makes the fee­ble stand.