XXVII. A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Enemies.
1
Great God, who dost the VVorld Command,
Thou Check'st both winds and waves.
The Devils, which like Lions Roar,
Are thine Enchained Slaves.
The Sons of Rage are Smoaking Brands
And Idols Fear'd in vain;
Thou Lord, the only, only God
Their Fury doth restrain.
2
Thou Lord didst Smooth fierce Esaus Brow
And Change his Murm'ring Breath;
Thou gav'st to him a Brothers Heart,
Who Vow'd his Brothers Death.
Angels have Arm'd at thy Command;
And Stars have Shot their Dart;
Nature hath fought; and Miracles
Have took thy Churches part.
3
Thee, Lord, who still thy Church dost Love,
All Creatures must obey.
And when for thine thou dost Arise.
Their En'mies where are they?
I cry'd to Heav'n in my Distress,
I to my God did Flee;
He with Compassion heard my cry,
He did Arise for Me.
4
With humble Fear and thankful Joy,
Lord, at thy Feet I Fall,
Unfeignedly acknowledging,
That thou alone dost all.
Thou art all Power, thou art all Love,
And so thou art to Me.
Blest be my God, now and henceforth,
And to Eternity.
