If the foe in place of us had fought for Thee, O Lord!
If Thou hadst not guided us and drawn us there to fight
We never should have closed with them—Thy seas are dark and broad.
Through the iron rain they fled,
Bearing home the tale of dead,
Flying from Thy sword.
After-hatch to fo'c's'le head,
We have turned their decks to red,
By Thy help, O Lord!
It was not by our feeble sword that they were overthrown,