Salvation Doth to God Belong

Salvation doth to God be­long;

His pow­er and grace shall be our song;

His hand hath dealt a sec­ret blow

And ter­ror strikes the haugh­ty foe.

Praise to the Lord

who bows His ear

Propitious to His peo­ple’s pray­er;

And

though de­li­ver­ance long de­lay

Answers in His well chos­en day.

O may Thy grace our land en­gage

Rescued from fierce ty­ran­nic rage

The trib­ute of its love to bring

To Thee

our Sav­ior

and our king!

Our tem­ples

guard­ed from the flame

Shall ec­ho Thy tri­umph­ant name;

And ev­ery peace­ful pri­vate home

To Thee a tem­ple shall be­come.

Still be it our su­preme delight

To walk as in Thy hon­ored sight:

Still in Thy pre­cepts and Thy fear

To life’s last hour to per­sev­ere.