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.