PSALM CXXIV. Common Metre. GOD gives Victory

Had not the GOD of truth and love, When hosts against us rose, Display'd his vengeance from above, And crush'd the conquering foes.

Their armies like a raging flood Had swept the guardless land, Destroy'd on earth his blest abode, And whelm'd our feeble band.

But safe beneath his spreading shield His sons securely rest, Defy the dangers of the field, And bare the fearless breast.

And now our souls shall bless the Lord, Who broke the deadly snare; Who sav'd us from the murdering sword, And made our lives his care.

Our help is in Jehovah's name, Who form'd the heaven above; He that supports their wondrous frame Can guard his church by love.