1 Our cause if heav'n's high king (may Israel say)
Had not supported on that doubtful day;
1 For us had he not fought, when haughty foes
In all their wrath and all their fury rose;
3 When they so thirsted for our guiltless blood,
We ne'er their cruel frenzy had withstood.
4 Like fierce impetuous floods that break their mounds,
And deluge with their sudden waves the grounds,
On us they 'ad fall'n, and swept us clean away,
Our wives, our infants, and our lands, their prey.
6 But everlasting praise attend our God!
From him our safety in our danger flow'd:
7 By him deliver'd from their toils we are,
As scapes the sparrow from the fowler's snare;
8 On his strong arm we still depend for aid;
On his alone, who heav'n, who earth, hath made.