Thy wondrous loving-kindness show, thou that, by thy right hand, Sav'st them that trust in thee from those that up against them stand.
That thy beloved people may deliver'd be from thrall, Save with the pow'r of thy right hand, and hear me when I call.
All praise and thanks be to the Lord; for he hath magnify'd His wondrous love to me within a city fortify'd.
Now know I God his king doth save: he from his holy heav'n Will hear him, with the saving strength by his own right hand giv'n.
For neither got their sword the land, nor did their arm them save; But thy right hand, arm, countenance; for thou them favour gave.
Things marvellous he brought to pass; their fathers them beheld Within the land of Egypt done, yea, ev'n in Zoan's field.
For from thine eyes cut off I am, I in my haste had said; My voice yet heard'st thou, when to thee with cries my moan I made.