Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#34

34. The Conqueror's Song

1 To thine almighty arm we owe
The triumphs of the day:
Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe,
And melt their strength away.

2 'Tis by thy aid our troops prevail,
And break united powers,
Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale
The proudest of their towers.

3 How have we chas'd them through the field,
And trod them to the ground,
While thy salvation was our shield,
But they no shelter found!

4 In vain to idol saints they cry,
And perish in their blood;
Where is a rock so great so high,
So powerful as our God?

5 The God of Israel ever lives;
His name be ever blest;
'Tis his own arm the victory gives,
And gives his people rest.

Text Information

• First Line: To thine almighty arm we owe
• Title: The Conqueror's Song
• Meter: Com. Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 18
• Topic: Defense: and Salvation in God; Delight: in God; Deliverance: from despair; Despair: deliverance from it; Enemies: overcome; Evidence: of Sincerity; Intemperance: punished; Obedience: sincere; Psalm: for soldiers; Saints: Triumph; Sincerity: proved and rewarded; Spiritual Enemies: overcome; Temptations: overcome; War: victory; War: spiritual
• Notes: Second Part

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