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HYMN VI.
['Tis of Thy mercy, Lord]
'Tis of Thy mercy, Lord,
That we are not consumed,
By hostile fire and sword,
To sure destruction doom'd;
But snatch'd as brands out of the flame,
To magnify our Saviour's name.
That we are not consumed,
By hostile fire and sword,
To sure destruction doom'd;
But snatch'd as brands out of the flame,
To magnify our Saviour's name.
Jesus, Thy name alone
To us salvation brought,
Thy outstretch'd arm, we own,
The great deliverance wrought,
Whoe'er accomplish'd Thy decree,
The praise entire belongs to Thee.
To us salvation brought,
Thy outstretch'd arm, we own,
The great deliverance wrought,
Whoe'er accomplish'd Thy decree,
The praise entire belongs to Thee.
Thy power was on our side,
When fiends against us rose,
And stemm'd the furious tide,
And baffled all our foes;
Crush'd the design which could not fail,
And quench'd the fiery darts of hell.
When fiends against us rose,
And stemm'd the furious tide,
And baffled all our foes;
Crush'd the design which could not fail,
And quench'd the fiery darts of hell.
Our cities in a blaze,
Extinguish'd by Thy word,
The providence confess
Of an almighty Lord;
'Scaped as a bird from Satan's snare,
We live Thy glory to declare.
Extinguish'd by Thy word,
The providence confess
Of an almighty Lord;
'Scaped as a bird from Satan's snare,
We live Thy glory to declare.
O that our lives may tell
The virtues of Thy name,
And every Briton feel
From whence his safety came,
And find redemption in that blood
Which quench'd the fiery wrath of God!
The virtues of Thy name,
And every Briton feel
From whence his safety came,
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Which quench'd the fiery wrath of God!
Saved from the burning pit,
The death that never dies,
We then our God shall meet
Above the flaming skies,
In everlasting songs to praise
The wonders of redeeming grace.
The death that never dies,
We then our God shall meet
Above the flaming skies,
In everlasting songs to praise
The wonders of redeeming grace.
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