W. Shrubsole

L.M.

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

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.

4

Almighty God, Thy grace proclaim

In every clime, of every name;

Let adverse powers before Thee fall,

And crown the Saviour Lord of all.