O GOD, be Thou no longer still,

O GOD, be Thou no longer still, Thy foes are leagued against Thy law; Make bare Thine arm on Zion's hill, Great Captain of our Holy War.

As Amalek and Ishmael Had war for ever with Thy seed, So all the hosts of Rome and hell Against Thy Son their armies lead.

Though they're agreed in nought beside. Against Thy truth they all unite; They rave against the Crucified, And hate the gospel's growing might

By Kishon's brook all Jabin's band At Thy rebuke were swept away; O Lord, display Thy mighty hand, A single stroke shall win the day.

Come, rushing wind, the stubble chase I Come, sacred fire, the forest burn! Come, Lord, with all Thy conquering grace, Rebellious hearts to Jesus turn!

That men may know at once that Thou, Jehovah, lovest truth right well; And that Thy church shall never bow Before the boastful gates of hell. Charles H. Spurgeon,