The Works of the Reverend and Learned Isaac Watts, D. D. Containing, besides his Sermons, and Essays on miscellaneous subjects, several additional pieces, Selected from his Manuscripts by the Rev. Dr. Jennings, and the Rev. Dr. Doddridge, in 1753: to which are prefixed, memoirs of the life of the author, compiled by the Rev. George Burder. In six volumes |
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PSALM 124. (L. M.) A Song for the Fifth of November.
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PSALM 124. (L. M.) A Song for the Fifth of November.
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Had not the Lord, may Israel say,Had not the Lord maintain'd our side,
When men, to make our lives a prey,
Rose like the swelling of the tide,
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The swelling tide had stopt our breath,So fiercely did the waters roll,
We had been swallow'd deep in death;
Proud waters had o'erwhelm'd our soul.
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We leap for joy, we shout and sing,Who just escap'd the fatal stroke;
So flies the bird with cheerful wing,
When once the fowler's snare is broke.
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For ever blessed be the Lord,Who broke the fowler's cursed snare,
Who sav'd us from the murdering sword,
And made our lives and souls his care.
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Our help is in Jehovah's name,Who form'd the earth, and built the skies;
He that upholds that wondrous frame
Guards his own church with watchful eyes.
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