Hymn LXXV. For Victorie.
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All Victorie is of God, who is the Lord of
Hoasts: therefore to him only belongs the glory of
those victories which we shall obtain; and this
Hymn remembers us to ascribe all our prevailings to his power and mercy.
Sing this as the X. Commandements.
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Oh Lord! we magnifie thy Might,
By whose prevailing grace and pow'r,
We are preserv'd from their despight
Who sought, that they might us devour.
Thou art our Joyfull Triumph-song;
Thou art the Comfort of our heart:
To thee all Victories belong;
And, thou the God of Armies art.
2
It was, alone, thy Providence
Which made us Masters of the Field:
Thou art our Castle of defence;
Our Fort, our Bulwark, and our Shield.
Thou taughtst our Hands & Arms to fight;
By thee, undaunted we were made:
By thee, our Foes were put to flight;
By Thee the conquest we have had.
3
For, on what hand soere we went,
Great perils, us did round enclose:
Our little strength, was almost spent,
And fierce and bloody, were our Foes.
That, hadst not thou our Captain been,
To lead us on, and off again;
This happie day we had not seen,
But in the Bed of Death had lain.
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This Hymn, we therefore Sing to Thee:
And pray thee, that, as heretofore,
Thou wouldst our gracious Refuge be,
And our Protector evermore.
Yea, to our Foes let it be shown,
How to our Cause thou dost incline;
And make it unto them be known,
That, such as are our Foes are thine.
