LYRICS
| Meter: | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
| | Writer(s): | Nicholas Brady & Nahum Tate
| | Transl/Adapt: |
| | Dates: | 1696
| | Bible Refs: | Ps 44:1-8
| A New Version of the Psalms of David
| 1821
| 44
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| 1. O Lord, our fathers oft have told
in our attentive ears,
Thy wonders in their days performed,
and elder times than theirs:
2. How thou, to plant them here, didst drive
the heathen from this land;
Dispeopled by repeated strokes
of thy avenging hand.
3. For, not their courage; nor their sword,
to them possession gave;
No strength, that from unequal force
their fainting troops could save:
4. But thy right hand and pow'rful arm,
whose succor they implored;
Thy presence with the chosen race,
who thy great Name adored.
5. As thee their God our fathers owned,
thou art our sov'reign King;
O therefore, as thou didst to them,
to us deliv'rance bring.
6. Through thy victorious Name our arms
the proudest foes shall quell,
And crush them with repeated strokes,
as oft as they rebel.
7. I'll neither trust my bow nor sword,
when I in fight engage;
But thee, who hast our foes subdued,
and shamed 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.
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