1 On Thee, great Ruler of the skies,
On thee our steadfast hope relies;
When hostile powers against us join,
What aid so present, Lord, as thine!
2 By thee secur'd, no fears we own,
Though earth, convuls'd, beneath us groan,
Though tempest o'er her surface sweep,
And whirl her hills into the deep;--
3 Though, arm'd with rage, before our eyes
That deep in all its horrors rise,
While, as the tumult spreads around,
The mountains tremble at the sound.
4 Behold fair Sion's blest retreat,
Where God has fixt his awful seat;
Whose walls to heaven's almighty Lord
His chosen residence afford.
5 God, ever watchful, ever nigh
Bids storms around her harmless fly;
His early care each foe withstands,
And backward turns the yielding bands.
|First Line:||On Thee, great Ruler of the skies|
|Topic:||In time of war; Public and national Blessings and Afflictions|