The Psalms of David ‎#CXXIV

CXXIV. A Song for the Fifth of November

1 Had not the LORD, may Isr'el say,
Had not the LORD maintain'd our side,
When men, to make our lives a prey,
Rose like the swelling of the tide;

2 The swelling tide had stopt our breath,
So fiercely did the waters roll,
We had been swallow'd deep in death;
Proud waters had o'erwhelm'd our soul.

3 We leap for joy, we shout and sing,
Who just escap'd the fatal stroke;
So flies the bird with chearful wing,
When once the fowler's snare is broke.

4 Forever blessed be the LORD,
Who broke the fowler's cursed snare,
Who saved us from the murd'ring sword,
And made our lives and souls his care!

5 Our help is in JEHOVAH's name,
Who form'd the earth and built the skies;
He that upholds that wond'rous frame
Guards his own church with watchful eyes.

Text Information

• First Line: Had not the LORD, may Isr'el say
• Title: A Song for the Fifth of November
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1780
• Scripture:
  Psalm 124

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