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.

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.

Let Zion’s time of favour come;

O bring the tribes of Israel home;

And let our wondering eyes behold

Gentiles and Jews in Jesus’ fold.

Almighty God, Thy grace proclaim

In every clime of every name;

Let adverse powers before Thee fall,

And crown the Saviour Lord of all.