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For ever blest be God the Lord

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #CXLIV (1760) Lyrics: 1 For ever blest be God the Lord, Who does his needful Aid impart, At once both Strength and Skill afford To wield my Arms with warlike Art. 2 His Goodness is my Fort and Tow'r, My strong Deliv'rance and my Shield; In him I trust, whose matchless Pow'r Makes to my Sway fierce Nations yield. 3 Lord, what's in Man, that thou should'st love Such tender Care of him to take? What in his Offspring could Thee move Such great Account of him to make? 4 The Life of Man does quickly fade, His Thoughts but empty are and vain; His Days are like a flying Shade, Of whose short Stay no Signs remain. 5 In solemn State, O God, descend, Whilst Heav'n its lofty Head inclines; The smoaking Hills asunder rend, Of thy Approach the awful Signs. 6 Discharge thy dreadful Lightning round, And make thy scatter'd Foes retreat; Them with thy pointed Arrows wound, And their Destruction soon compleat. 7.8 Do Thou, O Lord, from Heav'n engage Thy boundless Pow'r my Foes to quell, And snatch me from the stormy Rage Of threat'ning Waves that proudly swell. Fight Thou against my foreign Foes, Who utter Speeches false and vain; Who tho' in solemn Leagues they close, Their sworn Engagements ne'er maintain. 9 So I to Thee, O King of Kings, In joyful Hymns my Voice shall raise, And Instruments of various Strings Shall help me thus to sing thy Praise. 10 "God does to Kings his Aid afford, "To them his sure Salvation sends; "'Tis He that from the murd'ring Sword, "His Servant David still defends." 11 Fight Thou against my foreign Foes, Who utter Speeches false and vain; Who tho' in solemn Leagues they close, Their sworn Engagements ne'er maintain. 12 Then our young Sons like Trees shall grow, Well planted in some fruitful Place; Our Daughters shall like Pillars show, Design'd some Royal Court to grace. 13 Our Garners fill'd with various Store, Shall us and ours with Plenty feed, Our Sheep increasing more and more, Shall thousands and ten thousands breed. 14 Strong shall our lab'ring Oxen grow, Nor in their constant Labour faint; Whilst we no War nor Slav'ry know, And in our Streets hear no Complaint. 15 Thrice happy is that Peoples Case, Whose various Blessing thus abound: Who God's true Worship still embrace, And are with his Protection crown'd. Scripture: Psalm 144 Languages: English

For ever blest be God the Lord

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #300 (1754) Lyrics: 1 For ever blest be God the Lord, Who does his needful Aid impart, At once both Strength and Skill afford To wield my Arms with warlike Art. 2 His Goodness is my Fort and Tow'r, My strong Deliv'rance and my Shield; In him I trust, whose matchless Pow'r Makes to my Sway fierce Nations yield. 3 Lord, what's in man, that thou should'st love Such tender Care of him to take; What in his offspring could thee move Such great Account of him to make? 4 The Life of Man does quickly fade, His Thoughts but empty are and vain; His Days are like a flying Shade, Of whose short Stay no Signs remain. 5 In solemn State, O God, descend, Whilst Heav'n its lofty Head inclines; The smoaking Hills asunder rend, Of thy Approach the awful Signs. 6 Discharge thy dreadful Lightning round, And make thy scatter'd Foes retreat; Them with thy pointed Arrows wound, And their Destruction soon compleat. 7.8 Do Thou, O Lord, from Heav'n engage Thy boundless Pow'r my Foes to quell, And snatch me from the stormy Rage Of threat'ning Waves that proudly swell. Fight thou against my foreign Foes, Who utter Speeches false and vain; Who tho' in solemn Leagues they close, Their sworn Engagements ne'er maintain. 9 So I to Thee, O King of Kings, In joyful Hymns my Voice shall raise, And Instruments of various Strings Shall help me thus to sing thy Praise. 10 "God does to Kings his Aid afford, "To them his sure Salvation sends; "'Tis He that from the murd'ring Sword, "His Servant David still defends." 11 Fight thou against my foreign Foes, Who utter Speeches false and vain; Who tho' in solemn Leagues they close, Their sworn Engagements ne'er maintain. 12 Then our young Sons like Trees shall grow, Well planted in some fruitful Place; Our Daughters shall like Pillars show, Design'd some Royal Court to grace. 13 Our Garners fill'd with various Store, Shall us and ours with Plenty feed, Our Sheep increasing more and more, Shall thousands and ten thousands breed. 14 Strong shall our lab'ring Oxen grow, Nor in their constant Labour faint; Whilst we no War nor Slav'ry know, And in our Streets hear no Complaint. 15 Thrice happy is that Peoples Case, Whose various Blessing thus abound: Who God's true Worship still embrace, And are with his Protection crown'd. Scripture: Psalm 144 Languages: English

For ever bless'd be God the Lord

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #144 (1789) Lyrics: 1 For ever bless'd be God the Lord, Who does his needful aid impart; At once both strength and skill affords To wield my arms with warlike art. 2 His goodness is my fort and tow'r, My strong deliv'rance and my shield; In him I trust, whose matchless pow'r Makes to my sway fierce nations yield. 3 Lord, what's in man that thou should'st love Such tender care of him to take? What in his offspring could thee move Such great account of him to make? 4 The life of man does quickly fade, His thoughts but empty are and vain; His days are like a flying shade, Of whose short stay no signs remain. Part II. 5 In solemn state, O God, descend, Whilst heav'n its lofty head inclines; The smoking hills asunder rend, Of thy approach the awful signs. 6 Discharge thy dreadful lightning round, And make thy scatter'd foes retreat; Them with thy pointed arrows wound, And their destruction soon complete. 7 Do thou, O Lord, from heav'n engage Thy boundless pow'r our foes to quell; And snatch me from the stormy rage Of threat'ning waves that proudly swell. 8 Fight thou against my foreign foes, Who utter speeches false and vain; Who, though in solemn leagues they close, Their sworn engagements ne'er maintain. 9 So we to thee, O King of kings, In new-made hymns my voice will raise, And instruments of various strings Shall help me thus to sing thy praise. 10 "God to our rulers aid affords, "To them his sure salvation sends; "'Tis He that from the murd'ring sword, "His faithful servants still defends." 11 Fight thou against my foreign foes, Who utter speeches false and vain; Who, though in solemn leagues they close, Their sworn engagements ne'er maintain. Part III. 12 Happy the city, where their sons, Like pillars round a palace set, And daughters bright as polish'd stones Give strength and beauty to the state. 13 Happy the land in culture dress'd, Whose flocks and corn have large increase; Where men securely work or rest, Nor sons of plunder break their peace. 9 Happy the nation thus endow'd, But more divinely blest are those, On whom the all-sufficient God Himself with all his grace bestows. Scripture: Psalm 144 Languages: English

For ever bless'd be GOD, the LORD

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CXLIV (1767) Lyrics: 1 For ever bless'd be GOD, the LORD, Who does his needful Aid impart, At once both Strength and Skill afford To wield my Arms with warlike Art; He is my Fort, my Tow'r and shield, And makes fierce Nations to me yield. 2 LORD, what's in Man that thou should'st love, Of him such tender Care to take? What in his Offspring could thee move, Such great Account of him to make? Man's Thoughts are vain, his Life doth fade, And passeth like a flying Shade. 3 In solemn State, O GOD, descend, Whilst Heav'n it's lofty Head inclines; The smoking Hills in sunder rend, Of thy Approach the awful Signs, With Lightnings fierce thy foes defeat, With Arrows make their Fall compleat. 4 Do thou, O LORD, from Heav'n engage Thy boundless Pow'r my Foes to quell; And snatch me from the stormy Rage Of threat'ning Waves that proudly swell; From Foes, whose Speeches all are vain, Whose right Hand Wickedness maintain. 5 So I to thee, O King of Kings, In new-made Hymns my Voice shall raise, And Instruments of various Strings Shall help me thus to sing thy Praise, "GOD does to Kings his Succour send, "His Servant David he'll defend." 6 Fight thou against my foreign Foes, Who utter Speeches false and vain; Who, though in solemn Leagues they close, Their sworn Engagements ne'er maintain; Our Sons shall then like Fruit-Trees grow, Our Daughters like fair Pillars show. 7 Our Garners fill'd with various Store, Shall us and ours with Plenty feed; Our Sheep, encreasing more and more, Shall Thousands and Ten thousands breed; Strong shall our lab'ring Oxen grow, Whilst we no War or Slav'ry know. 8 Our Wealth shall never feel Decay, No Sorrow in our Streets be found; Our Days in Peace shall glide away, Whilst we in ev'ry Good abound; Thrice happy is that Peoples Case, Whose various Blessing thus abound: Who GOD's true Worship still embrace. Topics: Description of Happiness of Man; Description of Misery and Vanity of human Life; Prayers When percecuted; Thanksgivings For Victories Scripture: Psalm 144 Languages: English Tune Title: [For ever bless'd be God, the Lord]