O God, Thou Hast Cast Off Thy Saints

O God

Thou hast cast off Thy saints;

Thy face Thou dost in an­ger hide

And lo

Thy Church for ter­ror faints

While breach­es all her walls di­vide!

Hard things Thou hast up­on us laid

And made us drink most bit­ter wine;

But still Thy ban­ner we’ve dis­played

And borne aloft Thy truth di­vine.

Our cour­age fails not

though the night

No earth­ly lamp avails to break

For Thou wilt soon arise in might

And of our cap­tors cap­tives make.

Thy right hand shall Thy peo­ple aid;

Thy faith­ful pro­mise makes us strong;

We will Phi­lis­tia’s land in­vade

And ov­er Ed­om chant the song.

In Je­su’s name we’ll Shech­em seize

And swift di­vide all Suc­coth’s vale;

E’en Mo­ab’s sons shall bow their knees

And Je­su’s con­quer­ing scep­ter hail.

Through Thee we shall most val­iant prove

And tread the foe be­neath our feet;

Through Thee our faith shall hills re­move

And small as chaff the mount­ains beat.