John 2:43: And fear came upon every soul

Saviour, in Thy church appear
All opposers to control,
Still alarm with sacred fear
Every persecuting soul;
Let the world again confounded
Scarce presume to stir or move,
Till we in the faith are grounded
Rooted fast in humble love.

Heathens stand amazed, affrighted,
When Thy people they survey
As a marshal'd host united,
Terrible in firm array;
When, the shield of faith we bear
Mindful of our dying Lord,
Prevalent in mighty prayer,
Brandishing Thy Spirit's sword!

When the church of Thine election
Rising from the wilderness,
Simply full of pure affection
Lives like those of ancient days;
When the universal mother
Gathers all her sons in one,
When the Christians love each other,
Satan tumbles from his throne.