In Thy heritage the heathen
                                        
                                        Now, O God, triumphant stand;
                                        
                                        They defile Thy holy temple,
                                        
                                        They destroy Thy chosen land;
                                        
                                        Ruthless, they have slain Thy servants,
                                        
                                        They have caused Thy saints to mourn;
                                        
                                        In the sight of all about us
                                        
                                        We endure reproach and scorn.