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Text: | The Conqueror's Song |
1 To thine Almighty Arm we owe
The Triumph of the Day;
Thy Terrors, Lord, confound the Foe,
And melt their Strength away.
2 'Tis by thine Aid our Troops prevail,
And break united Pow'rs,
Or burn their boasted Fleets, or scale
The proudest of their Tow'rs.
3 How have we chas'd them thro' the Field,
And trod them to the Ground;
While thy Salvation was our Shield,
But they no Shelter found!
4 In vain to idol Saints they cry,
And perish in their Blood;
Where is a Rock so great, so high,
So pow'rful as our GOD?
5 The Rock of Israel ever lives,
His Name be ever blest;
'Tis his own Arm the Vict'ry gives,
And gives his People Rest.
6 On Kings that reign as David did,
He pours his Blessings down;
Secures their Honours to their Seed,
And well supports the Crown.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | To thine Almighty Arm we owe |
Title: | The Conqueror's Song |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Defense: and Salvation in God; Delight and Safety in Church; Deliverance: from despair(16 more...) |