W. Shrubsole
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.
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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.
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Let Zion’s time of favour come;
Oh, bring the tribes of Israel home:
And let our wondering eyes behold
Gentiles and Jews in Jesus’ fold.
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Almighty God, Thy grace proclaim
In every clime, of every name;
Let adverse powers before Thee fall,
And crown the Saviour Lord of all.