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No more be still, just God; no more delay

No more be still, just God; no more delay

Author: Thomas Cradock
Published in 1 hymnal

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1 No more be still, just God; no more delay;
Speak in their cause, who thy commands obey;
2 For lo! with lofty crefts exult thy foes,
With loud tumultuous roar they've all arose:
3 Fix'd are their counsels; all their schemes they bend
'Gainst those whom thou hast promis'd to defend.
4 "Haste (they cry all) be this our sole employ,
"These favour'd tribes, this Israel to deftroy."
5 See, with what firm envenom'd hate they join,
And 'gainst thy people and thy law combine.
6 Idume, Moabm Amalek, conspire,
With Geball Amman, Ishmael's race and Tyre;
Nor has Philistia her defeats forgot,
And proud Assyria joins the sons of Lot.
9 But let them fall by our avenging hands,
As perish'd Sisera and his hostile bands:
At Kishon perish'd they, and with their blood
Ting'd, as it gently stream'd, his ancient flood:
Their carcasses along his margin lay,
To rav'ning vultures and fell wolves a prey.
11 As Oreb fled and mighty Zeb in vain,
As Zeb and Zalmunna bit the plain;
Who fiercely said; Be ours their wide domains,
Their fenced cities, and their hallow'd fanes;"
So let their nobles and their princes fall;
So in thy direful wrath consume them all;
13 Swift let them fly, while follow we behind,
And drive them far like stubble 'fore the wind.
14 As crackling fires along the mountains roar,
And the tall honours of the grove devour,
15 'Gainst them send forth the tempest of thy wrath,
And let thy whirlwinds sink them all in death.
16 Their faces cover with reproach, with shame,
That e'en their woes thy Godhead may proclaim;
17 With terror, with affright, their souls confound;
A dread example to the nations round;
18 That all may know, Jehovah is the Lord,
And that his name mav be by all ador'd.

Author: Thomas Cradock

Rector of St. Thomas's, Baltimore County, Maryland Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: No more be still, just God; no more delay
Author: Thomas Cradock
Language: English
Publication Date: 1756
Copyright: This text in in the public domain in the United States because it was published before 1923.



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