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HYMN 6.
Exod. 15. 3. God a Man of War.
[The First Part.]
God is a man of war, and he
Has many Armies, who
Almighty are in strength, therefore
Down shall his Foes all go.
Has many Armies, who
Almighty are in strength, therefore
Down shall his Foes all go.
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The Enemies who do ingage
Against this Man of war,
Are all infernal pow'rs below,
And such who wicked are.
Against this Man of war,
Are all infernal pow'rs below,
And such who wicked are.
God is a Warriour just and good,
And mighty skill he hath,
Before him never any stood
In Hell, much less on Earth.
And mighty skill he hath,
Before him never any stood
In Hell, much less on Earth.
'Tis for his Glory he does take
The Sword into his hand,
And wo to such who head do make
Against his dread Command.
The Sword into his hand,
And wo to such who head do make
Against his dread Command.
In war he is most terrible,
If he sets in array,
The Battel once against his Foes,
They'll soon melt all away.
If he sets in array,
The Battel once against his Foes,
They'll soon melt all away.
He'll make the earth to tremble when
He does gird on his Sword,
And cause all proud and haughty men
To fall at his own word.
He does gird on his Sword,
And cause all proud and haughty men
To fall at his own word.
If he the Trumpet once does sound,
And like a Lion roar,
The wicked he will all confound,
And Vengeance on them pour.
And like a Lion roar,
The wicked he will all confound,
And Vengeance on them pour.
An Armory and Weapons too
Of Indignation hath,
With Fire and Smoke, and Hail also,
He soon can spoil the Earth.
Of Indignation hath,
With Fire and Smoke, and Hail also,
He soon can spoil the Earth.
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If man provoke him to arise,
And stir up Jealousy,
He like a travailling Woman will
Break forth, and loudly cry.
And stir up Jealousy,
He like a travailling Woman will
Break forth, and loudly cry.
A Banner he hath to display,
A white Flag he puts out,
To see if Sinners will submit,
Whose Courage seems so stout.
A white Flag he puts out,
To see if Sinners will submit,
Whose Courage seems so stout.
If they will not lay down their Arms,
And with him make their peace,
Then let them tremble, they shall see
Incensed wrath increase.
And with him make their peace,
Then let them tremble, they shall see
Incensed wrath increase.
And out his bloody Flag will go,
No quarter will he give,
But down they fall both great and small,
And Vengeance shall receive.
No quarter will he give,
But down they fall both great and small,
And Vengeance shall receive.
The second Part.
Wo, wo to all ungodly ones,
Who are his bitter Foes;
But happy are all Friends of his,
And such who with him close.
Who are his bitter Foes;
But happy are all Friends of his,
And such who with him close.
Fear not, ye Saints, this Man of war
Is always on your side,
And in your quarrel he'll appear,
And equally divide
Is always on your side,
And in your quarrel he'll appear,
And equally divide
To every man his own just Right,
And Sion's Cause he'll plead,
And will destroy the cursed Whore
That long has flourished.
And Sion's Cause he'll plead,
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That long has flourished.
Put hark again, for you must know,
God's patience near is gone,
A warning piece he has let off,
The Battel is begun.
God's patience near is gone,
A warning piece he has let off,
The Battel is begun.
O sing, ye Saints, God is come forth,
An alarm he does sound,
The Trumpets blow, and it is heard
In every quarter round.
An alarm he does sound,
The Trumpets blow, and it is heard
In every quarter round.
The Beast and cursed Babylon,
Amazed are to hear
What God in England late has done,
But stranger things draw near.
Amazed are to hear
What God in England late has done,
But stranger things draw near.
God forth is coming with a shout,
Sing praises, sing praises,
He will all his Enemies rout,
And good mens hope it raises.
Sing praises, sing praises,
He will all his Enemies rout,
And good mens hope it raises.
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