EN 608 To Thine Almighty Arm We Owe
Ps.18.39
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To Thine almighty arm we owe
The triumphs of the day;
Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe,
And melt their strength away.
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’Tis by Thine aid our troops prevail,
And break united powers,
Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale
The proudest of their towers.
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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!
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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?
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The Rock of Israel ever lives,
His Name be ever blessed;
’Tis His own arm the victory gives,
And gives His people rest.
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On kings that reign as David did,
He pours His blessings down;
Secures their honors to their seed,
And well supports the crown.

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