Let God
the God of battle
rise
And scatter His presumptuous foes;
Let shameful rout their host surprise
Who spitefully His power oppose.
As smoke in tempest’s rage is lost
Or wax into the furnace cast;
So let the sacrilegious host
Before His wrathful presence waste.
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.
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.
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.
’Tis God who from a foreign soil
Restores poor exiles to their home
Makes captives free; and fruitless toil
Their proud oppressors’ righteous doom.
’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.
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?
Thy hand
at famished earth’s complaint
Relieved her from celestial stores;
And when Thy heritage was faint
Assuaged the drought with plenteous showers.
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.
When God His gracious word sent forth
To make His chosen glad
Numbers from east
south
west
and north
The joyful tidings spread.
Great kings of armies fled apace
And met a fatal soil;
While those that stayed at home
with ease
And pleasure shared the spoil.
Though ye among the pots have lain
Like doves shall ye appear
With silver wings and gold divine
From dross and mixture clear.
When God the potent kings expelled
From Canaan at His will
The whiteness of His robes excelled
The snow of Salmon’s hill.
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.
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.
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.
Ascending high
in triumph Thou
Captivity hast captive led;
And on Thy people didst bestow
The spoil of armies
once their dread.
E’en rebels shall partake Thy grace
And humble proselytes repair
To worship at Thy dwelling place
And all the world pay homage there.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
But His right hand His saints shall raise
From deepest earth or deeper seas
And bring them to His courts above;
There shall they taste His special love.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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