Let God Arise, And Let His Foes Poem by Martin Luther

Let God arise, and let His foes
Be scattered now before Him;
Let all on Him with joy repose
Who holily adore Him.
Before the Lord let them rejoice,
And in His praise lift up their voice
Who rideth on the heavens.

When Thou, O God, Thy flock didst guide,
Earth shook at Thy descending:
When Thou on Sinai didst abide,
The rocks beneath were rending.
Thou, Lord, didst send a plenteous rain,
And didst Thy heritage sustain,
Their weariness refreshing.

Thou hast gone up, O God, on high,
With angel hosts attending;
Thou captive ledd'st captivity,
To heaven's high throne ascending.
Thou hast received gifts for men,
That God might dwell with them again;
E'en with our race rebellious.

Blest be the Lord for all His love,
The God of our salvation;
He daily blesseth from above
His own - His ransomed nation.
The Father, Son, and Spirit bless,
One God of Power and Holiness;
Eternal be our praises!