5. O Lord, whose mercies still endure, Preserve to us Thy Gospel pure; Let it alone within us reign That Thine the glory may remain. M. Loy, 1880. 284 8, 7, 8, 7, 8, 8, 7 If God were not upon our side When round us foes are raging, Were not Himself our Help and Guide When bitter war they’re waging, Were He not Israel’s mighty Shield, To whom their utmost craft must yield, We surely must have perished. 2. But now no human wit or might His chosen people frighteth; God sitteth in the highest height, And He their counsels blighteth. When craftiest snares and nets they lay, God doth His work another way And makes a path before us. 3. Against our souls they rage and mock, Exciting great commotion; As billows meet with angry shock Out on the stormy ocean, So they our lives with fury seek. But God hath pity on the weak, And Him they have forgotten. 4. They call us heretics and aye Their Christian name are flaunting; They seek to spill our blood, while they Their fear of God are vaunting. Ah, God! that precious name of Thine O’er many a wicked deed must shine, But Thou wilt once avenge it. 5. They open wide their ravenous jaws And threaten to devour us, But thanks to God, who rules our cause, They shall not overpower us; Their snares He yet will bring to naught And overthrow what they have taught; God is too mighty for them. 6. How richly He consoleth those Whom no one else befriendeth! The door of grace doth never close; Sense cannot comprehend it How this may be and deems all lost, When through this very cross a host Of champions God is raising. 7. Our foes, O God, are in Thy hand, Thou knowest their endeavor; But only give us strength to stand And let us waver never, Though reason strives with faith, and still It fears to wholly trust Thy will And sees not Thy salvation. 8. But heaven and earth, O Lord, are Thine, For Thou alone hast made them; Thy light let on Thy people shine And in their sorrow aid them. Ignite our hearts to love and faith That shall be steadfast e’en to death, Howe’er the world may murmur. Ps. 124. Justus Jonas, 1524; C. Winkworth, tr., a. ST. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS. 285 10s 4 l Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright, Filled with celestial resplendence and light, These that, where night never followeth day, Raise the “Thrice holy, Lord!” ever and aye!