070) Psalm 44
8.6.8.6.
1 O Lord, our fathers oft have told in our attentive ears, Thy wonders in their days performed, and elder times than theirs:
2 How thou, to plant them here, didst drive the heathen from this land;
Dispeopled by repeated strokes of thy avenging hand.
3 For, not their courage; nor their sword, to them possession gave; No strength, that from unequal force their fainting troops could save: But thy right hand and pow’rful arm, whose succor they implored;
Thy presence with the chosen race, who thy great Name adored.
4 As thee their God our fathers owned, thou art our sov’reign King;
O therefore, as thou didst to them, to us deliv’rance bring.
5 Through thy victorious Name our arms the proudest foes shall quell, And crush them with repeated strokes, as oft as they rebel.
6 I’ll neither trust my bow nor sword, when I in fight engage;
7 But thee, who hast our foes subdued, and shamed their spiteful rage.
8 To thee the triumph we ascribe, from whom the conquest came; In God we will rejoice all day, and ever bless his Name.