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HYMN I.
[Let God, the mighty God]
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Let God, the mighty God,
The Lord of hosts arise,
With terror clad, with strength endued,
And rent, and bow the skies!
Call'd down by faithful prayer,
Saviour, appear below,
Thy hand lift up, Thine arm make bare,
And quell Thy church's foe.
The Lord of hosts arise,
With terror clad, with strength endued,
And rent, and bow the skies!
Call'd down by faithful prayer,
Saviour, appear below,
Thy hand lift up, Thine arm make bare,
And quell Thy church's foe.
Our refuge in distress,
In danger's darkest hour,
Appear as in the ancient days
With full redeeming power;
That Thy redeem'd may sing
In glad triumphant strains,
The Lord is God, the Lord is King,
The Lord for ever reigns!
In danger's darkest hour,
Appear as in the ancient days
With full redeeming power;
That Thy redeem'd may sing
In glad triumphant strains,
The Lord is God, the Lord is King,
The Lord for ever reigns!
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We with our ears have heard,
Our fathers us have told
The work that in their days appear'd,
And in the times of old;
The mighty wonders wrought
By Heaven in their defence,
When Jacob's God for Britain fought
And chased the' invaders hence.
Our fathers us have told
The work that in their days appear'd,
And in the times of old;
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By Heaven in their defence,
When Jacob's God for Britain fought
And chased the' invaders hence.
Vainly invincible
Their fleets the seas did ride,
And doom'd our sires to death and hell,
And Israel's God defied:
But with His wind He blew,
But with His waves He rose,
And dash'd, and scatter'd, and o'erthrew,
And swallow'd up His foes.
Their fleets the seas did ride,
And doom'd our sires to death and hell,
And Israel's God defied:
But with His wind He blew,
But with His waves He rose,
And dash'd, and scatter'd, and o'erthrew,
And swallow'd up His foes.
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Jesus, Jehovah, Lord,
Thy wonted aid we claim;
Not trusting in our bow and sword,
But in Thy saving Name:
Thy Name the mighty tower,
From whence our foes we see
Ready our country to devour,
Without a nod from Thee.
Thy wonted aid we claim;
Not trusting in our bow and sword,
But in Thy saving Name:
Thy Name the mighty tower,
From whence our foes we see
Ready our country to devour,
Without a nod from Thee.
Thou wilt not give us up
A prey unto their teeth,
But blast their aim, confound their hope,
Their league with hell and death;
With such deliverance bless
Whom Thou hast chose for Thine,
That we, and Europe, may confess
The work is all Divine!
A prey unto their teeth,
But blast their aim, confound their hope,
Their league with hell and death;
With such deliverance bless
Whom Thou hast chose for Thine,
That we, and Europe, may confess
The work is all Divine!
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