1 Lord, when Thine ancient people cried,
Oppressed and bound by Egypt’s king,
Thou didst Arabia’s sea divide,
And forth Thy fainting Israel bring.
2 Lo, in these latter days, our land
Groans with the anguish of the slave:
Lord God of hosts! stretch forth Thy hand,
Not shortened that it cannot save.
3 Roll back the swelling tide of sin,
The lust of gain, the lust of power;