O Lord, our fathers oft have told

O Lord, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,
Thy wonders in their days perform'd,
And in more ancient years.

’Twas not their courage, nor their sword,
To them salvation gave;
’Twas not their number, nor their strength
That did their country save.

But thy right hand, thy pow'rful arm;
Whose succor they implor'd—
Thy Providence protected those,
Who thy great name ador'd.

As thee, their God, our fathers own'd,
So thou art still our King;
O therefore, as thou didst to them,
To us deliv'rance bring.

To thee, the glory we'll ascribe,
From whom salvation came;
In God our shield we will rejoice,
And ever bless thy name.