1 O Lord, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,
Thy wonders in their days perform'd,
And in more ancient years.
2 ’Twas not their courage, nor their sword,
To them salvation gave;
’Twas not their number, nor their strength
That did their country save.
3 But thy right hand, thy pow'rful arm;
Whose succor they implor'd—
Thy Providence protected those,
Who thy great name ador'd.
4 As thee, their God, our fathers own'd,
So thou art still our King;
O therefore, as thou didst to them,
To us deliv'rance bring.
5 To thee, the glory we'll ascribe,
From whom salvation came;
In God our shield we will rejoice,
And ever bless thy name.
|First Line:||O Lord, our fathers oft have told|
|Topic:||Particular Occasions and Circumstances: Public and National Blessings and Afflictions; Prayer for victory over invading foes|