To Thine Almighty Arm We Owe

To Thine al­migh­ty arm we owe

The tri­umphs of the day;

Thy ter­rors

Lord

con­found the foe

And melt their strength away.

’Tis by Thine aid our troops pre­vail

And break unit­ed pow­ers

Or burn their boast­ed fleets

or scale

The proud­est of their tow­ers.

How we have chased them through the field

And trod them to the ground

While Thy sal­va­tion was our shield

But they no shel­ter found!

In vain to id­ol saints they cry

And per­ish in their blood;

When is a rock so great

so high

So pow­er­ful as our God?

The Rock of Is­ra­el ev­er lives

His name be ev­er blest;

’Tis His own arm the vic­to­ry gives

And gives His peo­ple rest.

On kings that reign as Da­vid did

He pours His bless­ings down;

Secures their hon­ors to their seed

And well sup­ports the crown.