|Arm of the Lord! Awake! Awake!|
Put on Thy strength, the nations shake;
And let the world, confounded, see
Triumphs of vengeance wrought by Thee
Arm of the Lord, Thy power extend;
Mahomet's great imposture end;
Break papal superstition's chain,
And the proud scoffer's rage restrain.
Let Zion's time for favour come:
Oh, bring the tribes of Israel home.
And let our wondering eyes behold
Gentiles and Jews in Jesus' fold.
Almighty God! Thy might proclaim
In every clime of every name;
Let Gentile powers before Thee fall,
And crown the Saviour Lord of all.