1 We love thee, Lord, and we adore,
Now is thine arm reveal'd;
Thou art our strength, our heavenly tower,
Our bulwark and our shield.
2 We fly to our eternal Rock,
And find a sure defence;
His holy name our lips invoke,
And draw salvation thence.
3 When God our leader shines in arms,
What mortal heart can bear
The thunder of his loud alarms?
The lightning of his spear?
4 He rides upon the winged wind,
And angels in array
In millions wait to know his mind,
And swift as flames obey.
5 He speaks, and at his fierce rebuke
Whole armies are dismay'd;
His voice, his frown, his angry look
Strikes all their courage dead.
6 He forms our generals for the field,
With all their dreadful skill;
Gives them his awful sword to wield,
And makes their hearts of steel.
7 Oft has the Lord whole nations blest,
For his own church's sake;
The powers that give his people rest,
Shall of his care partake.
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First Line: | We love thee, Lord, and we adore |
Title: | Victory and Triumph over Temporal Enemies |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1787 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Defense: and Salvation in God; Delight: in God; Deliverance: from despair(12 more...) |
Notes: | First Part |