English poem
Translations. - The Hundred And Twenty-Fourth Psalm. (Luther's Song-Book.)
Were God not with us all the time— Israel may loud declare it— Were God not with us all the time, We must have now despaired; For we are such a little flock Despised by such a crowd of folk, Who all do set upon us! ‘Gainst us so angry is their mood, If God had given them tether Us they had swallowed where we stood, Body and soul together. We should have been drowned all, like those O’er whom the waters great did close, And swept them off relentless. Thank God! their throat who did not let Us swallow when it gaped; As from a snare a bird doth flit So is our soul escaped. The snare’s in two, and we are through: The name of God it standeth true, The God of earth and heaven. Amen.
More by George MacDonald
- Translations. - The Fourty-Sixth Psalm. (Luther's Song-Book.)
- Translations. - The Grave. (From Von Salis-Seewis.)
- Translations. - The Hundred And Thirtieth Psalm. (Luther's Song-Book.)
- Translations. - The Hundred And Twenty-Eighth Psalm. (Luther's Song-Book.)
- Translations. - The Litany. (Luther's Song-Book.)
- Translations. - The Lord's Prayer, Briefly And Plainly Set Forth, And Turned Into Metre. (Luther's Song-Book.)
- Translations. - The Lost Church. (From Uhland.)
- Translations. - The Metaphysician. (From Schiller.)