Had Not the Lord, May Israel Say

Had not the Lord

may Is­ra­el say

Had not the Lord main­tained our side

When men

to make our lives a prey

Rose like the swell­ing of the tide.

The swell­ing tide had stopped our breath

So fierce­ly did the wa­ters roll

We had been swal­lowed deep in death;

Proud wa­ters had o’er­whelmed our soul.

We leap for joy

we shout and sing

Who just es­caped the fa­tal stroke;

So flies the bird with cheer­ful wing

When once the fowl­er’s snare is broke.

For ev­er bless­èd be the Lord

Who broke the fowl­er’s curs­èd snare

Who saved us from the mur­der­ing sword

And made our lives and souls His care.

Our help is in Je­ho­vah’s name

Who formed the earth and built the skies:

He that up­holds that won­drous frame

Guards His own Church with watch­ful eyes.