Arm of the Lord, awake! awake!

Put on thy strength, the nations shake,

And let the world, adoring, see

Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee.

2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne,

“I am Jehovah—God alone!”

Thy voice their idols shall confound,

And cast their altars to the ground.

3 No more let human blood be spilt—

Vain sacrifice for human guilt!

But to each conscience be applied

The blood that flowed from Jesus’ side.

4 Let Zion’s time of favor come;

O bring the tribes of Israel home!

And let our wondering eyes behold

Gentiles and Jews in Jesus’ fold.

5 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim

In, every land, of every name!

Let adverse powers before thee fall,

And crown the Saviour Lord of all.