Psalms ‎#18e

18e. 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 tow'rs.

3 How have we chas'd them through the field,
And trode 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 pow'rful, as our God.

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

Text Information

• First Line: To thine almighty arm we owe
• Title: The Conqueror's Song
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793
• Scripture:
  Psalm 18
• Notes: Second Part

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