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I Lift My Banner, Saith the Lord

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2876 Lyrics: 1. I lift My banner, saith the Lord, “Where Antichrist has stood; The city of My Gospel foes Shall be a field of blood. 2. “My heart has studied just revenge, And now the day appears; The day of My redeemed is come To wipe away their tears. 3. “Quite weary is My patience grown, And bids My fury go; Swift as the lightning it shall move, And be as fatal too. 4. “I call for helpers, but in vain; Then has My Gospel none? Well, Mine own arm has might enough To crush My foes alone. 5. Slaughter and My devouring sword Shall walk the streets around, Babel shall reel beneath My stroke, And stagger to the ground. 6. Thy honors, O victorious King! Thine own right hand shall raise, While we Thy awful vengeance sing, And our deliv’rer praise. Languages: English Tune Title: ES KOMMT EIN SCHIFF

I lift my Banner, saith the Lord

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #I.XXIX (1766) Lyrics: 1 "I lift my Banner, saith the Lord, "Where Antichrist has stood; "The city of my Gospel-Foes "Shall be a Field of Blood. 2 "My Heart has studied just Revenge, "And now the Day appears, "The Day of my Redeem'd is come "To wipe away their Tears. 3 "Quite weary is my Patience grown, "And bids my Fury go; "Swift as the Lightning it shall move, "And be as Fatal too. 4 "I call for Helpers, but in vain; "Then has my Gospel none? "Well, mine own Arm has Might enough "To crush my Foes alone. 5 "Slaughter and my devouring Sword "Shall walk the Streets around, "Babel shall reel beneath my Stroke, "And stagger to the Ground." 6 Thy Honour, O victorious King, Thine own Right Hand shall raise, While we thy awful Vengeance sing, And our Deliv'rer praise. Topics: Triumph of Christ over our Enemies; Anti-Christ His Ruin Scripture: Isaiah 63:4-7 Languages: English

'I lift my banners,' saith the Lord

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #502 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: "I lift my banner," saith the Lord, "Where Antichrist has stood; The city of my gospel foes Shall be a field of blood. "My heart has studied just revenge, And now the day appears; The day of my redeemed is come To wipe away their tears. "Quite weary is my patience grown, And bids my fury go; Swift as the lightning it shall move, And be as fatal too. "I call for helpers, but in vain; Then has my gospel none? Well, mine own arm has might enough To crush my foes alone. "Slaughter and my devouring sword Shall walk the streets around, Babel shall reel beneath my stroke, And stagger to the ground." Thy honors, O victorious King! Thine own right hand shall raise, While we thy awful vengeance sing, And our deliv'rer praise. Topics: Charity and justice; Christian qualifications; Duty to God and man; Faithfulness of man; Good Works; Justice and truth towards men; Poor charity to them; Qualifications of a Christian; Relative duties; Religion and justice; Saints characterized; Saints dwell in heaven Scripture: Isaiah 63:4-7 Languages: English