[1 Great is the Lord our God,
And let his praise be great;
He makes his churches his abode,
His most delightful seat.
2 These temples of his grace,
How beautiful they stand!
The honors of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.]
3 In Zion God is known,
A refuge in distress;
How bright has his salvation shone,
How fair his heavenly grace!
4 When kings against her join'd,
And saw the Lord was there,
In wild confusion of the mind
They fled with hasty fear.
5 When navies tall and proud
Attempt to spoil our peace,
He sends his tempest roaring loud,
And sinks them in the seas.
6 Oft have our fathers told,
Our eyes have often seen,
How well our God secures the fold
Where his own flocks have been.
7 In ev'ry new distress
We’ll to his house repair,
Recal to mind his wond'rous grace,
And seek deliv'rance there.
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First Line: | Great is the Lord our God |
Title: | The church is the honor and safety of a nation |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. First part |