1 Had not the Lord, may Isr'el say,
Had not the Lord maintain'd our Side,
When Men, to make our Lives a Prey,
Rose like the Swelling of the Tide:
2 The swelling Tide had stopt our Breath,
So fiercely did the Waters roll,
We had been swallow'd deep in Death;
Proud Waters had o'erwhelmed our Soul.
3 We leap for Joy, we shout and sing,
Who just escap'd the fatal Stroke;
So flies the Gird with chearful Wing,
When once the Fowler's snare is broke.
4 For ever blessed be the Lord,
Who broke the Fowler's cursed Snare,
Who sav'd us from the murd'ring Sword,
And made our Lives and Souls his Care.
5 Our Help is in Jehovah's Name,
Who form'd the Earth, and built the Skies:
He that upholds that wond'rous Frame
Guards his own Church with watchful Eyes.
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First Line: | Had not the Lord, may Isr'el say |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | National: deliverance; November the 5th |
Notes: | Public Domain. |