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If our God had not befriended,
Now may grateful Israel say,
If the Lord had not defended,
When with foes we stood at bay,
|:Madly raging,:|
Deeming our sad lives their prey:
Then the tide of vengeful slaughters
O'er us had been seen to roll,
And their pride, like angry waters,
Had engulfed our struggling soul,
|:The loud waters,:|
Proud and spurning all control.
Praise to God, whose mercy-token
Beamed to still that raging sea:
Lo, the snare is rent and broken,
And our captive souls are free!
|:Lord of glory,:|
Help can come alone from thee!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7 extended
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 124;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1889 | # 621 |
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