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Arm of the Lord, awake, awake!
Put on thy strength, the nations shake,
And let the world, adoring, see
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee.
Say to the heathen from thy throne:
“I am Jehovah, God alone.“
Thy voice their idols shall confound,
And cast their altars to the ground.
Let Zion's time of favor come;
O bring the tribes of Israel home;
And let our wond'ring eyes behold
Gentile and Jews in Jesus' fold.
Almighty God, thy grace proclaim
In ev'ry clime of every name;
Let adverse pow'rs before thee fall,
And crown the Saviour Lord of all.
Put on thy strength, the nations shake,
And let the world, adoring, see
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee.
Say to the heathen from thy throne:
“I am Jehovah, God alone.“
Thy voice their idols shall confound,
And cast their altars to the ground.
Let Zion's time of favor come;
O bring the tribes of Israel home;
And let our wond'ring eyes behold
Gentile and Jews in Jesus' fold.
Almighty God, thy grace proclaim
In ev'ry clime of every name;
Let adverse pow'rs before thee fall,
And crown the Saviour Lord of all.
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