1 The Lord to thy request attend,

and hear thee in distress:

The name of Jacob's God defend,

and grant thy arms success.

2 To aid thee from on high repair,

and strength from Zion give;

3 Remember all thy off'rings there,

thy sacrifice receive.

4 To compass thy own heart's desire,

thy counsels still direct;

Make kindly all events conspire

to bring them to effect.

5 To thy salvation, Lord, for aid

we cheerfully repair,

With banners in thy name displayed,

"The Lord accept thy pray'r."

6 Our hopes are fixed, that now the Lord

our sov'reign will defend;

From heav'n resistless aid afford,

and to his prayer attend.

7 Some trust in steeds for war designed,

on chariots some rely;

against them all we'll call to mind

the pow'r of God most high.

8 But, from their steeds and chariots thrown,

behold them through the plain,

Disordered, broke, and trampled down,

whilst firm our troops remain.

9 Still save us, Lord, and still proceed

our rightful cause to bless;

Hear, King of Heav'n, in times of need,

the pray'rs that we address.