XLVII | The Psalms of David#XLVIIIa | XLVIIIb |
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 Sion God is known,
A refuge in distress;
How bright has his salvation shone
Thro' all our palaces?
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 natives tall and proud
Attempt to spoil our peace,
He sends his tempest roaring loud,
And sinks them in the seas.
6 Oft have our father's told,
Our eyes have often seen,
How well our God secures the fold
Where his own sheep have been.
7 In ev'ry new distress
We’ll to his house repair,
Recall to mind his wond'rous grace,
And seek deliv'rance there.
Text Information | |
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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: | 1780 |
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Notes: | Public Domain. |