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O Lord, Our Fathers Oft Have Told

Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5120 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. O Lord, our fathers oft have told, In our attentive ears, Thy wonders in their days performed, And in more ancient years. 2. ’Twas not their courage, or their sword, To them salvation gave; ’Twas not their number or their strength That did their country save. 3. But Thy right hand, Thy powerful arm, Whose succor they implored— Thy providence protected them, Who Thy great name adored. 4. As Thee their God our fathers owned So Thou art still our King; O therefore as Thou didst to them, To us deliverance bring. 5. To Thee the glory we ascribe, From whom salvation came; In God, our shield, we will rejoice, And ever bless Thy name. Languages: English Tune Title: STUKELY

O Lord, our Fathers oft have told

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #XLIV (1760) Lyrics: 1 O Lord, our Fathers oft have told, in our attentive Ears, Thy Wonders in their Days perform'd, and elder Times than theirs: 2 How Thou, to plant them here, didst drive the Heathen from the Land, Dispeopled by repeated Strokes of thy avenging Hand. 3 For not their Courage, nor their Sword, to them Possession gave; Nor Strength, that, from unequal Force, their fainting Troops could save; But thy Right-hand, thy pow'rful Arm, whose Succour they implor'd; Thy Presence with the chosen Race, who thy great Name ador'd. 4 As Thee their God our Fathers own'd; Thou art our Sov'reign King; O! therefore, as thou didst to them, to us Deliv'rance bring! 5 Thro' thy victorious Name, our Arms the proudest Foe shall quell; And crush them with repeated Strokes, as oft as they rebel. 6 I'll neither trust my Bow nor Sword, when I in Fight engage; 7 But Thee, who hast our Foes subdu'd, and sham'd their spiteful Rage. 8 To Thee the Triumph we ascribe, from whom the Conquest came: In God we will rejoice all Day, and ever bless his Name. Part II 9 But Thou hast cast us off; and now most shamefully we yield; For Thou no more vouchsaf'st to lead our Armies to the Field. 10 Since when, to ev'ry upstart Foe we turn our Backs in Fight; And with our Spoil their Malice feast, who bear us ancient Spite. 11 To Slaughter doom'd, we fall, like Sheep, into their butch'ring Hands; Or (what's more wretched yet) survive, dispers'd thro' Heathen Lands. 12 Thy People Thou hast sold for Slaves; and set their Price so low, That not thy Treasure, by the Sale, but their Disgrace, may grow; 13,14 Reproach'd by all the Nations round, the Heathens Bye-word grown; Whose Scorn of us is both in Speech, and mocking Gestures, shown. 15 Confusion strikes me blind; my Face in conscious Shame I hide; 16 While we are scoff'd, and God blasphem'd, by their licentious Pride. Part III 17 On us this Heap of Woes is fall'n; all this we have endur'd; Yet have not, Lord, renounc'd thy Name, or Faith to Thee abjur'd: 18 But in thy righteous Paths have kept our Hearts and Steps with Care; 19 Tho' Thou hast broken all our Strength, and we almost despair. 20 Could we, forgetting Thy great Name, on other Gods rely, 21 And not the Searcher of all Hearts the treach'rous Crime descry? 22 Thou seest what Suff'rings for thy sake we ev'ry Day sustain; All slaughter'd,or reserv'd like Sheep appointed to be slain. 23 Awake, arise; let seeming Sleep no longer thee detain; Nor let us, Lord, who sue to Thee, forever sue in vain. 24 O! wherefore hidest Thou thy Face from our afflicted State, 25 Whose Souls and Bodies sink to Earth with Grief's oppressive Weight? 26 Arise, O Lord, and timely Haste to our Deliv'rance make: Redeem us, Lord, if not for ours, yet for they Mercies sake. Scripture: Psalm 44 Languages: English

O Lord, our Fathers oft have told

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #86 (1754) Lyrics: 1 O Lord, our Fathers oft have told, in our attentive Ears, Thy Wonders in their Days perform'd, and elder Times than theirs: 2 How Thou, to plant them here, didst drive the Heathen from the Land, Dispeopled by repeated Strokes of thy avenging Hand. 3 For not their Courage, nor their Sword, to them Possession gave; Nor Strength, that, from unequal Force, their fainting Troops could save; But thy Right-hand, thy po'rful Arm, whose succour they implor'd; Thy Presence with the chosen Race, who thy great Name ador'd. 4 As Thee their God our Fathers own'd; Thou art our Sov'reign King; O! therefore, as thou didst to them, to us Deliv'rance bring! 5 Thro' thy victorious Name, our Arms the proudest Foe shall quell; And crush them with repeated Strokes, as oft as they rebel. 6 I'll neither trust my Bow nor Sword, when I in Fight engage; 7 But Thee, who hast our Foes subdu'd, and sham'd their spiteful Rage. 8 To Thee the Triumph we ascribe, from whom the Conquest came: In God we will rejoice all Day, and ever bless His Name. Part II 9 But Thou hast cast us off; and now most shamefully we yield; for Thou no more vouchsaf'st to lead Our Armies to the Field. 10 Since when, to ev'ry upstart Foe we turn our Backs in Fight; And with our Spoil their Malice feast, who bear us antient Spite. 11 To Slaughter doom'd, we fall, like Sheep, into their butch'ring Hands; Or (what's more wretched yet) survive, dispers'd thro' Heathen Lands. 12 Thy People Thou hast sold for Slaves; and set their Price so low, That not thy Treasure, by the Sale, but their Disgrace, may grow; 13,14 Reproach'd by all the Nations round, the Heathens Bye-word grown; Whose Scorn of us is both in speech, and mocking Gestures, shown. 15 Confusion strikes me blind; my Face in conscious Shame I hide; 16 While we are scoff'd, and God blasphem'd, by their licentious Pride. Part III 17 On us this Heap of Woes is fall'n; all this we have endur'd; Yet have not, Lord, renounc'd thy Name, or Faith to Thee abjur'd: 18 But in thy righteous Paths have kept our Hearts and Steps with Care; 19 Tho' Thou hast broken all our Strength, and we almost despair. 20 Could we, forgetting thy great Name, on other Gods rely, 21 And not the Searcher of all Hearts the treach'rous Crime descry? 22 Thou seest what Suff'rings for thy sake we ev'ry Day sustain. All slaughter'd,or reserv'd like Sheep appointed to be slain. 23 Awake, arise; let seeming sleep no longer Thee detain; Nor let us, Lord, who sue to Thee, forever sue in vain. 24 O! wherefore hidest thou thy Face from our afflicted State, 25 Whose Souls and Bodies sink to Earth with Grief's oppressive Weight? 26 Arise, O Lord, and timely Haste to our Deliv'rance make: Redeem us, Lord, if not for ours, yet for they Mercies sake. Scripture: Psalm 44 Languages: English

O Lord, our fathers oft have told

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #419 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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. Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances Public and National Blessings and Afflictions; Prayer for victory over invading foes Languages: English