Of faith through long ages, of strength and of glory,
And now spreadst that faith like a shield o’er an hour
The saddest and darkest of all in her story
Chorus.
Great God! to thine altars we suppliants come;
Give us back the blest freedom of faith, hearth, and home.
II.
O thou who, in pity, and touched by her fall,
Still strengthenst thy children to fight in thy name.
And showeth the world, ‘midst her sorrow and thrall,