Oh Lord, be our soon salvation
for we do here expire; in a strange land are we cast
in furnaces blazing fire.
Oh Lord, be our strong defender
against evil we cannot see; our eyes may they be opened
to marvel at your army.
Oh Lord, be our swift deliverer
we, who have toiled for Thee; in seas of frothy anger
say, “Be still!” and so it will be.
J. P. Antonios