1 We love thee, Lord, and we adore,
Now is thine arm reveal'd;
Thou art our strength, our heav'nly tow'r,
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 light'ning 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 gen'rals 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 bless'd,
For his own church's sake:
The pow'rs 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: | 1791 |
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