Joseph Stephenson - Look down, O God, regard my cry - текст песни (слова)

Look down, O God, regard my cry;
 On thee my hope depend.
 I'm close beset without ally:
 Be thou my shield and friend.
 
 Confed'rate kings and princes league,
 On ev'ry side attack,
 To perpetrate the black intrigue,
 But thou canst drive 'em back.
 
 Long did I bear their wink and nod,
 In close cabals they cried,
 There is no help from him in God,
 His kingdom we'll divide. 
 
 Amid their armies' dreadful glare,
 Thou gav'st me inward might,
 Teaching my arms the art of war,
 My fingers how to fight.
 
 Though vet'ran troops my camp invest,
 Expert in war's alarms,
 Calmly I lay me down to rest
 In thy protecting arms.
 
 Nor will I fear their empty boasts,
 Though thousands thousands join,
 Since thou art still the God of Hosts,
 And victory is thine.
 
 Arise, O God, and plead my cause,
 O save me by thy pow'r,
 If e'er I reverence thy laws,
 Guide this important hour.
 
 'Tis done! they shudder with dismay,
 My troops maintain their ground:
 Lo! their imbattled lines give way,
 And we are victors crown'd.
 
 Success, ye kings, is not your gift,
 To Heav'n it does belong;
 The race not always to the swift,
 Nor battle to the strong.