This is actually a old style poem, but is very actual to day in aspect of today's economics problems in Iberia and Europa.

El Senior, que mostró su fuerte mano
Por la fe de su príncipe cristiano,
Y por el nombre santo de su gloria
A su España concede esta victoria.

Bendita, Senor, sea tu grandeza;
Que después de los danos padecidos,
Después de nuestras culpas y castigo,
Rompiste al enemigo
 De la antigua soberbia la dureza.
Adoren-te, Senor, tus escogidos,
Confiese cuanto cerca el ancho cielo
tu nombre ; oh nuestro Dios, nuestro con suelo !
Y la cerviz rebelde, condenada,
Perezca en bravas llamas abrasada...

The Lord, who showed his strong hand
By faith of his Christian prince,
And by the holy name of your glory
In Spain concede this victory.

Bless, O Lord, is your greatness;
That after the damage suffered,
After our guilt and punishment,
You broke the enemy
 From ancient pride hardness.
Adorente, Lord, thy chosen,
Confess as near the wide sky
your name, O our God, our floors!
And the neck rebel condemned,
Perish in flames scorched bravos ...

A hymn to the glory of God, for believe in helping people?

To days trouble in Europa I am sure people need to believe 

in something...

Even it does not give them food or living accommodation.

Begging dozenth help.