Arm Of The Lord, Awake!

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.

No more let creature blood be spilt,

Vain sacrifice for human guilt!

But to each conscience be applied

The blood that flowed from Jesus' side.

Let Zion's time of favor 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 Savior Lord of all.