Hymns in Time of Persecution, 3

Jesus, our Help in time of need,
Thy suffering servants see,
Who would in all Thy footsteps tread,
And bear the cross with Thee.

Stand by us in this evil hour,
Our feeble souls defend,
And in our weakness show Thy power,
And keep us to the end.

The world and their infernal god
Against Thy people rise,
Because our trust is in Thy blood
They mingle earth and skies.

Slaughter and cruel threats they breathe,
And endless battles wage,
And gnash upon us with their teeth,
And tear the ground with rage.

Captain of our salvation, hear;
In all the heathen's sight
Make bare Thine arm; appear, appear,
And for Thy people fight.

Jesus, Thy righteous cause maintain,
The sons of violence quell,
Take to Thee Thy great power, and reign
O'er heaven and earth and hell.

As chaff before the whirlwind drive,
And bruise them by Thy rod,
Who madly with their Maker strive,
And fight against their God.

Who kick against the pricks in vain,
Thy foes, in anger blast,
And chasten with judicial pain;
But save their souls at last.

O that at last by love compelFd
The rebels might submit,
In humble hope of mercy yield,
And tremble at Thy feet!

The faith they persecute, embrace,
On Thee their Lord rely,
And live the monuments of Thy grace,
And for Thy glory die!