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Thine arm, O Lord, of old

Thine arm, O Lord, of old

Author: James Montgomery
Published in 1 hymnal

Representative Text

Thine arm, O Lord, of old
In lands of desolation,
Enclosed an humble fold,
Redeem'd a congregation:
Our fathers, like a flock,
The great, good Shepherd led,
Gave water from the rock,
With heavenly manna fed.

A poor, afflicted race,
But in Thy name confiding,
They walk'd before Thy face,
Thou in their midst abiding;
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While Satan's fellest rage
With patient faith they bore;
Consumed from age to age,
Till known on earth no more.

Yet was a remnant saved;
Still wrestling with affliction,
Their foes they singly braved,
Beneath Thy benediction:
Again went forth the word,
Abroad the Spirit flew;
The voice of God was heard,
Creating all things new.

An hundred years are past,
Since that revival glorious;
And still Thy Church stands fast,
O'er earth and hell victorious;
The path our fathers trod,
Lay through Gethsemane,
Thither, O Lamb of God,
This day we follow Thee.

Thence borne to Calvary's brow,
Thy griefs and sorrows viewing,
With heart, soul, spirit, now
Our covenant renewing:
Thy love we here record,
Our sins with tears bewail;
Thy blood pleads for us, Lord;
O let that plea prevail.

Through suffering, shame, and loss,
Through honour, wealth, and pleasure,
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To glory in Thy Cross,
As our eternal treasure;
That Cross with joy to bear
Through realms that know Thee not;
And thus Thy way prepare,
Still be Thy Brethren's lot.

Sacred Poems and Hymns

Author: James Montgomery

Montgomery, James, son of John Montgomery, a Moravian minister, was born at Irvine, Ayrshire, Nov. 4, 1771. In 1776 he removed with his parents to the Moravian Settlement at Gracehill, near Ballymena, county of Antrim. Two years after he was sent to the Fulneck Seminary, Yorkshire. He left Fulneck in 1787, and entered a retail shop at Mirfield, near Wakefield. Soon tiring of that he entered upon a similar situation at Wath, near Rotherham, only to find it quite as unsuitable to his taste as the former. A journey to London, with the hope of finding a publisher for his youthful poems ended in failure; and in 1792 he was glad to leave Wath for Shefield to join Mr. Gales, an auctioneer, bookseller, and printer of the Sheffield Register newspap… Go to person page >

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First Line: Thine arm, O Lord, of old
Author: James Montgomery
Meter: 6.7.6.7.6.6.6.6
Language: English

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Sacred Poems and Hymns #271

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