Thy hand hath made our nation free;
To die for her is serving Thee.
3. Be thou a pillared flame to show
The midnight snare, the silent foe;
And when the battle thunders loud,
Still guide us in its moving cloud.
4. God of all Nations! Sov’reign Lord!
In thy dread name we draw the sword;
We lift the starry flag on high,
That fills with light our stormy sky.