Text: | 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 pow'rs;
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 bless'd;
'Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives,
And gives his people rest.
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First Line: | To thine almighty arm we owe |
Title: | The conqueror's song |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. Second Part |