Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#XVIIIe

XVIIIe. The Conquerors Song

1 To thine almighty arm we owe
The triumphs of the day:
Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe,
And melt their strength away.

2 'Tis by thy aid our troops prevail,
And break united powers,
Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale
The proudest of their towers.

3 How have we chas'd them through the field,
And trod them to the ground,
While thy salvation was our shield,
But they no shelter found!

4 In vain to idol saints they cry,
And perish in their blood;
Where is a rock so great so high,
So powerful as our God?

5 The God of Isr'el ever lives;
His name be ever blest;
'Tis his own arm the victory gives,
And gives his people rest.

Text Information

• First Line: To thine almighty arm we owe
• Title: The Conquerors Song
• Meter: Com. Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1785
• Scripture:
  Psalm 18
• Notes: Second Part

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