Our Banner Is th’Eternal God

Our ban­ner is th’eter­nal God

Nor will we yield to fear;

Amidst ten thou­sand fierce as­saults

His migh­ty aid is near.

To Him the hands of faith we stretch

And plead ex­per­ienced grace;

To Him the voice of pray­er we raise

Nor will He hide His face.

No more

proud Ama­lek

thy boast

God’s arm is fee­ble grown;

His sword shall lop off ev­ery hand

That dares in­sult His throne.

Awake

tre­men­dous Judge

awake

Our na­tion’s cause to plead;

Nor let Thine Is­ra­el’s foes

and Thine

By wick­ed­ness suc­ceed.

Our faint­ing hands

how soon they droop!

But Thou the weak canst raise;

And in the mount of pray­er canst leave

An al­tar to Thy praise.