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Let GOD, the GOD of Battle, rise

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXVIII (1767) Lyrics: 1 Let GOD, the GOD of Battle, rise, And scatter his presumptuous Foes; Let shameful Rout their Host surprise, Who spitefully his Pow'r oppose. 2 As Smoke in Tempests Rage is lost, Or Wax into the Furnace cast; So let their sacrilegious Host, Before his wrathful Presence waste. 3 But let the Servants of his Will His Favour's gentle Beams enjoy; Their upright Hearts let Gladness fill, And chearful Songs their Tongues employ. 4 To him your Voice in Anthems raise; JEHOVAH's awful Name he bears: In him rejoice, extol his Praise, Who rides upon high-rolling Spheres. 5 Him, from his Empire of the Skies, To this low World Compassion draws, The Orphan's Claim to patronize, And judge the injur'd Widow's Cause. 6 'Tis GOD, who from a foreign Soil, Restores poor Exiles to their Home; Makes Captives free; and fruitless Toil, Their proud Oppressors righteous Doom. 7 'Twas so of old, when thou didst lead In Person, LORD, our Armies forth; Strange Terrors thro' the Desart spread, Convulsions shook th'astonish'd Earth. 8 The breaking Clouds did Rain distil, And Heav'n's high Arches shook with Fear, How then should Sinai's humble Hill, Of Israel's GOD, the Presence bear? 9 Thy Hand, at famish'd Earth's Complaint, Reliev'd her from celestial Stores; And, when thy Heritage was faint, Assuag'd the Drought with plenteous Show'rs. 10 Where Savages had rag'd before, At Ease thou mad'st our Tribes reside, And in the Desert, for the Poor Thy gen'rous Bounty did provide. Part II 11 Thou gav'st the Word, we sallied forth, And in that pow'rful Word o'ercame; Whilst Virgin-troops, with Songs of Mirth, In State our Conquests did proclaim. 12 Vast Armies, by such Gen'rals led, As yet had ne'er receiv'd a Foil, Forsook their Camp with sudden Dread, And to our Women left the Spoil. 13 Tho' Egypt's Drudges you have been, Your Army's Wings shall shine as bright As Doves in golden Sunshine seen, Or silver'd o'er with paler Light. 14 'Twas so, when GOD's almighty Hand O'er scatter'd Kings the Conquest won; Our Troops, drawn up on Jordan's Strand, High Salmon's glitt'ring Snow outshone. 15 From thence to Jordan's farther Coast, And Bashan's Hill, we did advance: No more her Height shall Bashan boast, But that she's GOD's Inheritance. 16 But wherefore (tho' the Honour's great) Should this, O Mountain, swell your Pride? For Sion is his chosen Seat, Where he forever will reside. 17 His Chariot's numberless; his Pow'rs Are heav'nly Hosts, that wait His Will; His Presence now fills Sion's Tow'rs, As once it honour'd Sinai's Hill. 18 Ascending high, in Triumph, thou Captivity hast Captive led; And on thy People didst bestow The Spoil of Armies, once their Dread. 19 Ev'n Rebels shall partake thy Grace, And humble Proselytes repair, To worship at thy Dwelling Place, And all the World pay Homage there. 20 For Benefits each Day bestow'd, Be daily his great Name ador'd; Who is our Saviour, and our GOD, Of Life and Death the Sov'reign LORD. 21 But Justice for His harden'd Foes, Proportion'd Vengeance hath decreed, To wound the hoary Head of those, Who in presumptuous Crimes proceed. 22 The LORD hath thus in Thunder spoke, "As I subdu'd prous Bashan's King, "Once more I'll break my People's Yoke, "And from the Deep my Servants bring: 23 "Their Feet shall with a crimson Flood "Of slaughter'd Foes be cover'd o'er; "Nor Earth receive such impious Blood, "But leave for Dogs th' unhallow'd Gore." Part III 24 When, marching to thy blest Abode, The wond'rous Multitude survey'd The pompous State of Thee, O GOD, In Robes of Majesty array'd. 25 Sweet-singing Levites led the Van, Loud Instruments brought up the Rear, Between both Troops, a Virgin Train With Voice and Timbrel charm'd the Ear. 26 This was the Burden of their Song, "In full Assemblies bless the LORD, "All who to Israel's Tribes belong, "The GOD of Israel's Praise record." 27 Nor little Benjamin alone From neighb'ring Bounds did there attend, Nor only Judah's nearer Throne, Her Counsellors in State did send. 28 But Zebulon's remoter Seat, And Napthli's more distant Coast, (The grand Procession to complete) Sent up their Tribes, a princely Host. 29 Thus GOD, to Strength and Union brought Our Tribes, at Strife till that blest Hour: This Work, which Thou, O GOD, hast wrought, Confirm with fresh Recruits of Pow'r. 30 To visit Salem, LORD, descend And Sion, thy terrestrial Throne; Where Kings with Presents shall attend, And Thee with offer'd Crowns attone. 31 Break down the Spear-Mens Ranks, who threat Like pamper'd Herds of savage Might, Their silver-armour'd Chiefs defeat, Who in destructive War delight. 32 Egypt shall then to GOD stretch forth Her Hands, and Afric Homage bring: 32 The scatter'd Kingdoms of the Earth, Their common Sov'reigns Praises sing; 33 Who, mounted on the loftiest Sphere Of antient Heav'n, sublimely rides; From whence his dreadful Voice we hear, Like that of warring Winds and Tides. 34 Ascribe the Pow'r to GOD most high; Of humble Israel he takes Care; Whose Strength, from out the dusky Sky, Darts shining Terrors thro' the Air. 35 How dreadful are the sacred Courts, Where GOD has fix'd his earthly Throne! His Strength his feeble Saints supports: Praise ye the LORD, our GOD alone. Topics: Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Ascension; Songs of Praise to God On bringing up the Ark to the Place prepared for it; Thanksgivings For Victories Scripture: Psalm 68 Languages: English Tune Title: [Let God, the God of Battle, rise]

Let God, The God Of Battle, Rise

Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14452 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Let God, the God of battle, rise, And scatter His presumptuous foes; Let shameful rout their host surprise, Who spitefully His power oppose. 2 As smoke in tempest’s rage is lost, Or wax into the furnace cast; So let the sacrilegious host Before His wrathful presence waste. 3 But let the servants of His will His favor’s gentle beams enjoy; Their upright hearts let gladness fill, And cheerful songs their tongues employ. 4 To Him your voice in anthems raise; Jehovah’s awful name He bears: In Him rejoice, extol His praise, Who rides upon high-rolling spheres. 5 He, from His empire of the skies, To this low world compassion draws, The orphan’s claim to patronize, And judge the injured widow’s cause. 6 ’Tis God who from a foreign soil Restores poor exiles to their home, Makes captives free; and fruitless toil Their proud oppressors’ righteous doom. 7 ’Twas so of old, when Thou didst lead In person, Lord, our armies forth: Strange terrors through the desert spread, Convulsions shook th’astonished earth. 8 The breaking clouds did rain distill, And heav’n’s high arches shook with fear; How then should Sinai’s humble hill Of Israel’s God the presence bear? 9 Thy hand, at famished earth’s complaint, Relieved her from celestial stores; And when Thy heritage was faint, Assuaged the drought with plenteous showers. 10 Where savages had ranged before, At ease Thou mad’st our tribes reside; And, in the desert, for the poor, Thy generous bounty did provide. 11 When God His gracious word sent forth, To make His chosen glad, Numbers from east, south, west, and north The joyful tidings spread. 12 Great kings of armies fled apace, And met a fatal soil; While those that stayed at home, with ease And pleasure shared the spoil. 13 Though ye among the pots have lain, Like doves shall ye appear, With silver wings and gold divine, From dross and mixture clear. 14 When God the potent kings expelled From Canaan at His will, The whiteness of His robes excelled The snow of Salmon’s hill. 15 The hill of God, His chosen seat, On Zion’s mount is found: Not Bashan’s hill can boast such state, Nor all the hills around. 16 Ye lofty hills, why leap ye so? This is the hill of God: Here He hath chose to dwell, and lo! Here is His fixed abode. 17 His chariots numberless; His powers Are heav’nly hosts, that wait His will: His presence now fills Sion’s towers, As once it honored Sinai’s hill. 18 Ascending high, in triumph Thou Captivity hast captive led; And on Thy people didst bestow The spoil of armies, once their dread. 19 E’en rebels shall partake Thy grace, And humble proselytes repair To worship at Thy dwelling place, And all the world pay homage there. 20 We bless the Lord, the just, the good, Who fills our hearts with heav’nly food; Who pours His blessings from the skies, And loads our days with rich supplies. 21 He sends His sun His circuit round, To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground; He bids the clouds with plenteous rain Refresh the thirsty earth again. 22 Tis to His care we owe our breath, And all our near escapes from death: Safety and health to God belong; He heals the weak, and guards the strong, 23 He makes the saint and sinner prove The common blessings of His love; But the wide difference that remains, Is endless joy, or endless pains. 24 The Lord that bruised the serpent’s head, On all the serpent’s seed shall tread, The stubborn sinner’s hope confound, And smite Him with a lasting wound. 25 But His right hand His saints shall raise From the deep earth or deeper seas, And bring them to His courts above; There shall they taste His special love. 26 For benefits each day bestowed, Be daily His great name adored; Who is our Savior and our God, Of life and death the sovereign Lord. 27 Who, mounted on the loftiest sphere Of ancient heav’n, sublimely rides; From whence His dreadful voice we hear, Like that of warring winds and tides. 28 Ascribe ye power to God most high Of humble Israel He takes care; Whose strength, from out the dusky sky, Darts shining terrors through the air. 29 How dreadful are the sacred courts, Where God has fixed His earthly throne! His strength His feeble saints supports, To God give praise, and Him alone. Languages: English Tune Title: SPIRES

Let God, the God of Battle, rise

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #LXVIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 Let God, the God of Battle, rise, And scatter His presumptuous Foes; Let shameful Rout their Host surprise, Who spitefully His Pow'r oppose. 2 As Smoke in Tempests Rage is lost, Or Wax into the Furnace cast; So let their sacrilegious Host Before His wrathful Presence waste. 3 But let the Servants of His Will His Favour's gentle Beams enjoy; Their upright Hearts let Gladness fill, And chearful Songs their Tongues employ. 4 To Him your Voice in Anthems raise: JEHOVAH's awful Name He bears: In Him rejoice; extol His Praise, Who rides upon high-rolling Spheres. 5 Him, from His Empire of the Skies, To this low World Compassion draws, The Orphan's Claim to patronize And judge the injur'd Widow's Cause. 6 'Tis God, who from a foreign Soil Restores poor Exiles to their Home; Makes Captives free; and fruitless Toil, Their proud Oppressors righteous Doom. 7 'Twas so of old, when Thou didst lead In Person, Lord, our Armies forth; Strange Terrors thro' the Desert spread, Convulsions shook th' astonish'd Earth. 8 The breaking Clouds did Rain distill, And Heav'n's high Arches shook with Fear; How then should Sinai's humble Hill Of Israel's God the Presence bear! 9 Thy Hand, at famish'd Earth's Complaint, Reliev'd her from celestial Stores; And, when thy Heritage was faint, Asswag'd the Drought with plenteous Show'rs. 10 Where Savages had rang'd before, At Ease Thou mad'st our Tribes reside; And in the Desert for the Poor, Thy generous Bounty did provide. Part II 11 Thou gav'st the Word; we sallied forth, And in that pow'rful Word o'ercame; Whilst Virgin-troops, with Songs of Mirth, In State our Conquest did proclaim. 12 Vast Armies, by such Gen'rals led, As yet had ne'er receiv'd a Foil, Forsook their Camp with sudden Dread, And to our Women left the Spoil. 13 Though Egypt's Drudges you have been, Your Army's Wings shall shine as bright, As Doves in golden Sunshine seen, Or silver'd o'er with paler Light. 14 'Twas so, when God's Almighty Hand O'er scatter'd Kings the Conquest won; Our Troops, drawn up on Jordan's Strand, High Salmon's glitt'ring Snow outshone. 15 From thence to Jordan's farther Coast, And Bashan's Hill, we did advance: No more her Height shall Bashan boast, But that she's God's Inheritance. 16 But wherefore (tho' the Honour's great) Should this, O Mountain, swell your Pride? For Sion is His chosen Seat, Where He for ever will reside. 17 His Chariot's numberless; his Pow'rs Are heav'nly Hosts, that wait His Will: His Presence now fill Sion's Tow'rs, As once it honour'd Sinai's Hill. 18 Ascending high, in Triumph Thou Captivity hast captive led; And on thy People didst bestow The Spoil of Armies, once their Dread. Ev'n Rebels shall partake thy Grace, And humble Proselytes repair To worship at thy Dwelling-place, And all the World pay Homage there. 19 For Benefits each Day bestow'd, Be daily His great Name ador'd; 20 Who is our Saviour, and our God, Of Life and Death the sov'reign Lord. 21 But Justice for His harden'd Foes Proportion'd Vengeance hath decreed, To wound the hoary Head of those Who in presumptuous Crimes proceed. 22 The Lord has thus in Thunder spoke: "As I subdu'd prous Bashan's King, "Once more I'll break my People's Yoke, "And from the Deep my Servants bring: 23 "Their Feet shall with a crimson Flood "Of slaughter'd Foes be cover'd o'er; "Nor Earth receive such impious Blood, "But leave for Dogs th' unhallow'd Gore." Part III 24 When, marching to thy blest Abode, The wond'rous Multitude survey'd The pompous State of Thee, our God, In Robes of Majesty array'd; 25 Sweet-singing Levites led the Van; Loud Instruments brought up the Rear; Between both Troops a Virgin-Train With Voice and Timbrel charm'd the Ear. 26 This was the Burden of their Song: "In full Assemblies bless the Lord; "All who to Israel's Tribes belong, "The God of Israel's Praise record." 27 Nor little Benjamin alone From neighb'ring Bounds did there attend. Nor only Judah's nearer Throne Her Counsellors in State did send; But Zebulon's remoter Seat, And Napthli's more distant Coast, (The grand Procession to complete) Sent up their Tribes, a princely Host. 28 Thus God to Strength and Union brought Our Tribes, at Strife till that blest Hour. This Work, which Thou, O God, hast wrought. Confirm with fresh Recruits of Pow'r. 29 To visit Salem, Lord, descend, And Sion thy terrestrial Throne; Where Kings with Presents shall attend, And Thee with offer'd Crowns atone. 30 Break down the Spearmens Ranks, who threat Like pamper'd Herds of savage Might: Their silver-armour'd Chiefs defeat, Who in destructive War delight. 31 Egypt shall then to God stretch forth Her Hands, and Afric Homage bring: 32 The scatter'd Kingdoms of the Earth Their common Sov'reign's Praises sing; 33 Who, mounted on the loftiest Sphere Of ancient Heav'n, sublimely rides; From whence His dreadful Voice we hear, Like that of warring Winds and Tides. 34 Ascribe ye Pow'r to God most High: Of humble Israel He takes care; Whose Strength, from out the dusky Sky, Darts shining Terrors through the Air. 35 How dreadful are the sacred Courts, Where God has fix'd his earthly Throne! His Strength His feeble Saints supports: To God give Praise, to Him alone. Scripture: Psalm 68 Languages: English

Let God, the God of battle, rise

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #68 (1789) Lyrics: 1 Let God, the God of battle, rise, And scatter his presumptuous foes; Let shameful route their host surprise, Who spitefully his pow'r oppose. 2 As smoke in tempests rage is lost, Or wax into the furnace cast; So let their sacrilegious host Before his wrathful presence waste. 3 But let the servants of his will His favours gentle beams enjoy; Their upright hearts let gladness fill, And cheerful songs their tongues employ. 4 To him your voice in anthems raise; JEHOVAH's awful name he bears: In him rejoice, extol his praise, Who rides upon high-rolling spheres. 5 Him, from his empire of the skies, To this low world compassion draws, The orphan's claim to patronize, And judge the injur'd widow's cause. 6 'Tis God who from a foreign soil Restores poor exiles to their home: Makes captives free; and fruitless toil, Their proud oppressors righteous doom. 7 'Twas so of old, when thou didst lead In person, Lord, our armies forth: Strange terrors through the desart spread, Convulsions shook th' astonish'd earth. 8 The breaking clouds did rain distil, And heav'n's high arches shook with fear, How then should Sinai's humble hill Of Isr'el's God the presence bear? 9 Thy hand, at famish'd earths complaint, Reliev'd her from celestialsStores; And when thy heritage was faint, Asswag'd the drought with plenteous show'rs. 10 Where savages had rang'd before, At ease thou mad'st our tribes reside; And, in the desert, for the poor, Thy gen'rous bounty did provide. Part II. 11 When God his gracious word sent forth, To make his chosen glad, Numbers from east, south, west, and north The joyful tidings spread. 12 Great kings of armies fled apace, And met a fatal soil; While those that staid at home, with ease And pleasure shar'd the spoil. 13 Though ye among the pots have lain, Like doves shall ye appear, With silver sings and gold divine, From dross and mixture clear. 14 When God the potent kings expell'd From Canaan at his will, The whiteness of his robes excell'd The snow of Salmon's hill. 15 The hill of God, his chosen seat, On Zion's mount is found: Not Bashan's hill can boast such state, Nor all the hills around. 16 Ye lofty hills, why leap ye so? This is the hill of God: Here he hath chose to dwell, and lo! Here is his fix'd abode. Part III. 17 His chariots numberless; his pow'rs Are heav'nly hosts, that wait his will: His presence now fills Sion's tow'rs, As once it honour'd Sinai's hill. 18 Ascending high, in triumph thou Captivity hast captive led; And on thy people didst bestow The spoil of armies, once their dread. 19 Ev'n rebels shall partake thy grace, And humble proselytes repair To worship at thy dwelling place, And all the world pay homage there. Part IV. 20 We bless the Lord, the just, the good, Who fills our hearts with heav'nly food; Who pours his blessings from the skies, And loads our days with rich supplies. 21 He sends his sun his circuit round, To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground; He bids the clouds with plenteous rain Refresh the thirsty earth again. 22 'Tis to his care we owe our breath, And all our near escapes from death: Safety and health to God belong; He heals the weak, and guards the strong, 23 He makes the saint and sinner prove The common blessings of his love; But the wide diff'rence that remains, Is endless joy, or endless pains. 24 The Lord that bruis'd the serpent's head, On all the serpent's seed shall tread, The stubborn sinner's hope confound, And smite him with a lasting wound. 25 But his right hand his saints shall raise From the deep earth or deeper seas, And bring them to his courts above; There shall they taste his special love. Part V. 26 For Benefits each day bestow'd, Be daily his great name ador'd; Who is our Saviour and our God, Of life and death the sov'reign Lord. 27 Who, mounted on the loftiest sphere Of ancient heav'n, sublimely rides; From whence his dreadful voice we hear, Like that of warring winds and tides. 28 Ascribe ye pow'r to God most high Of humble Isr'el he takes care; Whose strength, from out the dusky sky, Darts shining terrors through the air. 29 How dreadful are the sacred courts, Where God has fix'd his earthly throne! His strength his feeble saints supports, To God give praise, and him alone. Scripture: Psalm 68 Languages: English

Let God, the God of battle, rise

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #127 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Let God, the God of Battle, rise, And scatter His presumptuous Foes; Let shameful Rout their Host surprise, Who spitefully His Pow'r oppose. 2 As Smoke in Tempests Rage is lost, Or Wax into the Furnace cast; So let their sacrilegious Host Before His wrathful Presence waste. 3 But let the Servants of His Will His Favour's gentle Beams enjoy; Their upright Hearts let Gladness fill, And chearful Songs their Tongues employ. 4 To Him your Voice in Anthems raise: JEHOVAH's awful Name He bears: In Him rejoice; extol His Praise, Who rides upon high-rolling Spheres. 5 Him, from His Empire of the Skies, To this low World Compassion draws, The Orphan's Claim to patronize And judge the injur'd Widow's Cause. 6 'Tis God, who from a foreign Soil Restores poor Exiles to their Home; Makes Captives free; and fruitless Toil, Their proud Oppressors righteous Doom. 7 'Twas so of old, when Thou didst lead In Person, Lord, our Armies forth; Strange Terrors thro' the Desert spread, Convulsions shook th' astonish'd Earth. 8 The breaking Clouds did Rain distill, And Heav'n's high Arches shook with Fear; How then should Sinai's humble Hill Of Israel's God the Presence bear! 9 Thy Hand, at famish'd Earth's Complaint, Reliev'd her from celestial Stores; And, when thy Heritage was faint, Asswag'd the Drought with plenteous Show'rs. 10 Where Savages had rang'd before, At Ease Thou mad'st our Tribes reside; And in the Desert for the Poor, Thy generous Bounty did provide. Part II 11 Thou gav'st the word; we sallied forth, And in that pow'rful word o'ercame; whilst Virgin-troops, with Songs of Mirth, In State our conquest did proclaim. 12 Vast Armies, by such Gen'rals led, As yet had ne'er receiv'd a Foil, Forsook their Camp with sudden Dread, And to our Women left the Spoil. 13 Though Egypt's Drudges you have been, Your Army's Wings shall shine as bright, As Doves in golden Sunshine seen, Or silver'd o'er with paler Light. 14 'Twas so, when God's Almighty Hand O'er scatter'd Kings the Conquest won; Our Troops, drawn up on Jordan's Strand, High Salmon's glitt'ring snow outshone. 15 From thence to Jordan's farther Coast, And Bashan's Hill, we did advance: No more her Height shall Bashan boast, But that she's God's Inheritance. 16 But wherefore (tho' the Honour's great) Should this, O Mountain, swell your Pride? For Sion is His chosen Seat, Where He for ever will reside. 17 His Chariot's numberless; His Pow'rs Are heav'nly Hosts, that wait His Will: His Presence now fill Sion's Tow'rs, As once it honour'd Sinai's Hill. 18 Ascending high, in Triumph Thou Captivity hast captive led; And on thy People didst bestow The Spoil of Armies, once their Dread. Ev'n Rebels shall partake thy Grace, And humble Proselytes repair To worship at thy Dwelling-place, And all the World pay Homage there. 19 For Benefits each Day bestow'd, Be daily His great Name ador'd; 20 Who is our Saviour, and our God, Of Life and Death the Sov'reign Lord. 21 But Justice for His harden'd Foes Proportion'd Vengeance hath decreed, To wound the hoary Head of those Who in presumptuous Crimes proceed. 22 The Lord has thus in Thunder spoke: "As I subdu'd prous Bashan's King, "Once more I'll break my People's Yoke, "And from the Deep my Servants bring. 23 "Their Feet shall with a crimson Flood "Of slaughter'd Foes be cover'd o'er; "Nor Earth receive such impious Blood, "But leave for Dogs th' unhallow'd Gore." Part III 24 When, marching to thy blest Abode, The wond'rous Multitude survey'd The pompous State of Thee, our God, In Robes of Majesty array'd; 25 Sweet-singing Levites led the Van; Loud Instruments brought up the Rear; Between both Troops a Virgin-Train With Voice and Timbrel charm'd the Ear. 26 This was the Burden of their Song: "In full Assemblies bless the Lord; "All who to Israel's Tribes belong, "The God of Israel's Praise record." 27 Nor little Benjamin alone From neighb'ring Bounds did there attend. Nor only Judah's nearer Throne Her Counsellors in State did send; But Zebulon's remoter Seat, And Napthli's more distant Coast, (The grand Procession to complete) Sent up their Tribes, a princely Host. 28 Thus God to Strength and Union brought Our Tribes, at Strife till that blest Hour. This Work, which Thou, O God, hast wrought. Confirm with fresh Recruits of Pow'r. 29 To visit Salem, Lord, descend, And Sion thy terrestrial Throne; Where Kings with Presents shall attend, And Thee with offer'd Crowns atone. 30 Break down the Spearmens Ranks, who threat Like pamper'd Herds of savage Might: Their silver-armour'd Chiefs defeat, Who in destructive War delight. 31 Egypt shall then to God stretch forth Her Hands, and Africk Homage bring: 32 The scatter'd Kingdoms of the Earth Their common Sov'reign's Praises sing; 33 Who, mounted on the loftiest Sphere Of antient Heav'n, sublimely rides; From whence His dreadful Voice we hear, Like that of warring Winds and Tides. 34 Ascribe ye Pow'r to God most High: Of humble Israel He takes care; Whose Strength, from out the dusky Sky, Darts shining Terrors through the Air. 35 How dreadful are the sacred Courts, Where God has fix'd his earthly Throne! His Strength His feeble Saints supports: To God give Praise, to HIm alone. Scripture: Psalm 68 Languages: English