Praise the God of our salvation,
Glory in his bold design
For a world where good and evil
Grow together, intertwine.
How could we, so prone to error,
Still mistaking tares for wheat,
Save the world by our endeavour,
Wrest redemption from defeat?
Once a people's shout of triumph
Glorified the Lord of Hosts:
Slain was mighty Holofernes,
Gone his army, gone like ghosts!
It was Israel's valiant daughter,
Who, consenting to be vile,
Saved a nation by her courage,
Served her God with ruthless guile.
Dying Lord, what deeds and horror
Done for you, stain history's page!
Make us heed this woman's warning
To her own and every age"
God is God! we cannot threaten
Or persuade him to fulfil
Not his loving, flawless purpose,
But our blind and blunted will.
Lord, when evils overtake us,
When the trial of faith begins,
Give us hope of our deliverance
From our foes and from our sins.
Yes, and in our fight for freedom,
Though its enemies increase,
Lead your children, lead all nations,
Out of conflict into peace.