Thou art the mighty King of kings,
The Lord of lords most high:
Israel is safe beneath Thy wings;
Thy servant shall not die.
Through Thee we shall the vict’ry gain,
Though hosts of hell oppose:
Thou art our God; and Thou wilt reign,
And conquer all our foes.

We trust not in our bow or sword;
For weakness is our pow’r:
In Thee we trust, Almighty Lord,
Through ev’ry dang’rous hour,
To Thee we look, Thou God of love,
Thy holy Name adore:
Oh, may we rise to heav’n above,
To love and praise Thee more.