Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#283b

283b. Had not the Lord, may Isr'el say

1 Had not the Lord, may Isr'el say,
Had not the Lord maintain'd our side,
When men to make our lives a prey,
Rose like the swelling of the tide:

2 The swelling tide had stopt our breath,
So fiercely did the waters roll,
We had been swallow'd deep in death;
Proud waters had o'erwhelmed our soul.

3 We leap for joy, we shout and sing,
Who just escap'd the fatal stroke:
So flies the bird with cheerful wing,
When once the fowler's snare is broke.

4 For ever blessed be the Lord,
Who broke the fowler's cursed snare,
Who sav'd us from the murd'ring sword
And made our lives and souls his care!

5 Our help is in Jehovah's name,
Who form'd the earth and built the skies;
He who upholds that wond'rous frame
Guards his own church with watchful eyes.

Text Information

• First Line: Had not the Lord, may Isr'el say
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 124
• Notes: Public Domain.

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