1 We love thee, Lord, and we adore:
Now is thine arm reveal'd:
Thou art our strength, our heav'nly tow'r,
Our bulwark and our shield.
2 We fly to our eternal rock,
And find a sure defence:
His holy name our lips invoke,
And draw salvation thence.
3 When God, our leader, shines in arms,
What mortal heart can bear
The thunder of his loud alarms,
The lightning of his spear?
4 He rides upon the winged wind,
And angels in array
In millions wait to know his mind,
And swift as flames obey.
5 He speaks, and at his fierce rebuke
Whole armies are dismay'd:
His voice, his frown, his angry look,
Strikes all their courage dead.
6 He forms our generals for the field,
With all their dreadful skill:
Gives them his awful sword to wield,
And makes their hearts of steel.
7 [He arms our captains to the fight,
(Tho' there his name's forgot:)
He girded Cyrus with his might,
But Cyrus knew him not.
8 Oft has the Lord whole nations blest
For his own church's sake:
The pow'rs that give his people rest,
Shall of his care partake.
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First Line: | We love thee, Lord, and we adore |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. Part 1 |