O Lord of might, enthroned in boundless light,
Behold the anguished souls by evil torn,
Their cries ascend through terror’s endless night,
By monstrous hands in darkness cruelly worn.
Arise with fury, break the wicked’s hold,
Cast down the powers that in shadows thrive,
Let justice rain, their vileness to unfold,
And snatch the broken forth to life alive.

Yet, Savior, pierced for us on mercy’s tree,
Bind up their wounds with love that never fails,
From horror’s grip their spirits gently free,
O’er haunting fears let holy peace prevail.
Smite Thou the foe, their reign of dread consume,
Raise up the crushed to bloom in vict’ry’s plum