The Psalms of David ‎#XVIIIe

XVIIIe. 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 thine 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 thro' the field,
And trod 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 rock of Isr'el ever lives,
His name be ever blest;
'Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives,
And gives his people rest.

6 On kings that reign as David did,
He pours his blessings down;
Secures their honors to their seed,
And well supports the crown.

Text Information

• First Line: To thine almighty arm we owe
• Title: The Conqueror's Song
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1780
• Notes: Public Domain.

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