Third PART

Thou hast ascended up on high, Thy Churches glorious Head; Thou hast, Captivity itself, Captive, in Triumph, led: Rich Gifts, for Men, thou hast receiv'd, Ev'n Rebels have their Share; That God, the Lord, might with them dwell, And take them in his Care. Bless'd be the Lord, each Day we live, Who daily doth us load With his rich Bounties from above, Who's our Salvation's God. For he, that is our God, has all Salvations at Command; And all our near Escapes from Death, Flow from Iehovah's Hand. But God, with deadly Wounds, shall smite The Head of all his Foes; Their Chief, who, in his Trespasses, Still on presumptuous, goes. God said, "The Conquest I'll repeat "You gain'd o'er Bashan's King; "You, safely, thro' the Depths of Seas, "Whene'er 'tis needful, bring. That you, your Feet, may deeply stain With the high crimson Flood, Pour'd from your slaughter'd Enemies; And Dogs may lick their Blood.