And we're rising to our freedom in the fulness of our God.
While we're working, we are fighting all the mighty foes around;
Tho' in wrath they do oppose us we will not desert the ground.
O my God, do thou remember all those wicked plotting crews,
Hear them saying in derision, "Now what do these feeble Jews?"
Thou art coming, mighty Jesus, in the power of thy grace;
Now our souls break forth in singing at the smiling of thy face:
Fear of sect, a mount of terror, thou hast made an open plain,
And the misty fogs of error all have vanished in thy name.
Our foundation strong is Jesus, he the topmost, crowning stone;