O God of earth and altar, bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter, our people drift and die;
The walls of gold entomb us, the swords of scorn
divide;
Take not Thy thunder from us, but take away our
pride.From all that terror teaches, from lies of
tongue and pen,
From all the easy speeches that comfort cruel men;
From sale and profanation of honor and the sword;
From sleep and from damnation, deliver us, good
Lord!
Tie in a living tether, the prince and priest and
thrall;
Bind all our lives together, smite us and save us
all;
In ire and exultation aflame with faith and free,
Lift up a living nation, a single sword to Thee.
