Oh Lord our Victory!
Raise your banner on top the mountain.
Call up your army—tens of thousand angels—
With flaming swords and flashing spears;
With quivers full of fatal arrows.
Raise your voice; wave your flag.
Show your glorious power
In the arms that bear your word.
Spur them to trouncing victory
Against the wicked in the land.
Yes, the wicked! Who
Mock the cross and block your love
From souls, the fruits of the cross.
They shackled your people. Yoked
In stocks of fear. In the shadow of death!
Rain your anger upon the wicked.
Cause the earth to quake at your bellow;
Fill the sky with blinding lightnings;
Darken the day at the youth of morning,
And cause the enemy to flee.
Pour the saving grace upon the captives;
That they look at the cross and weep
Until tears flood the earth and make
Creation stand, awed by your salvation.
Be exalted Oh Lord our Victory.