1 Salvation doth to God belong,
His pow'r and grace shall be our song;
From him alone all mercies flow,
His arm alone subdues the foe;
2 Then praise this God, who bows His ear
Propitious to his people's pray'r;
And though deliv'rance he may stay,
Yet answers still in his own day.
3 O may this goodness lead our land,
(Still sav'd by thine Almighty Hand)
The tribute of its love to bring,
To thee, our Saviour and our King;
4 Till ev'ry public temple raise
A song of triumph to thy praise;
And ev'ry peaceful private home
To thee a temple shall become.
5 Still be it our supreme delight,
To walk as in thy glorious sight;
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life's last hour to persevere.
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First Line: | Salvation doth to God belong |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |