THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM XLIV

O Lord, our Ears have often heard, Our Fathers have us told Thy mighty Works, wrought in their Days, And in the Times of old. How thou did'st punish, and eject, With thine avenging Hand, The heathen Nations; and did'st place Thy People in their Land. For they, Possession of the Land, Gain'd not, by their own Sword, Neither could their own Arm them save; But thy Right-hand, O Lord, Thine Arm, and Presence, with their Hosts, And thy peculiar Grace. Thou art my King; O God, command Safety for Iacob's Race. Then, in thy Strength, we'll still go on, To push down all our Foes; And, thro' thy Name, tread under Foot, Such as shall us oppose. For I'll not trust my Bow, nor Sword, The Victory to gain. But thou hast sav'd us from our Foes, And made their Hopes in vain. Therefore, in Thee, we make our Boast, And glory all Day long; Forever will we praise thy Name, In our triumphant Song.