1 O God of hosts, whose power and might
O'er all the worlds holds sway,
Thy majesty and sovereign right
The winds and seas obey.

2 Our fathers' God, to whom they came
In every storm and stress,
Through rolling years Thou art the same,
A God of righteousness.

3 Thou wast their shield and hiding-place,
Their shelter and defence;
They trusted Thy redeeming grace,
Thy strength their confidence.

4 In sufferings oft, e'en to the stake,
They still on Thee relied;
No torture could their ardour shake,
And for the truth they died.

5 O Britain's sons, shall it be said
Your fathers died in vain?
Thrice No! the martyrs' blood was shed
That freedom you might gain.

6 O God, we too on Thee depend,
And on Thy word rely;
Thou art our Father and our Friend
To all eternity.