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But, Lord, how long wilt thou permit
th' insulting foe to boast?
Shall all the honor of thy Name
for evermore be lost?
Why holdst thou back thy strong right hand,
and on thy patient breast,
When vengeance calls to stretch it forth,
so calmly lett'st it rest?
Thou heretofore, with kingly pow'r,
in our defense hast fought;
For us, throughout the wond'ring world,
hast great salvation wrought.
'Twas thou, O God, that didst the sea
by thy own strength divide;
Thou brak'st the wat'ry monster's head,
the waves o'erwhelmed their pride.
The greatest, fiercest of them all,
that seemed the deep to sway,
Was by thy pow'r destroyed, and made
to savage beasts a prey.
Thou clav'st the solid rock, and mad'st
the waters largely flow;
Again thou mad'st through parting streams
thy wond'ring people go.
Thine is the cheerful day, and thine
the black return of night;
Thou hast prepared the glorious sun,
and ev'ry feebler light:
By thee the borders of the earth
in perfect order stand;
The summer's warmth, and winter's cold,
attend on thy command.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1696
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 74:10-17;
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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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| 1821 | # 74 |
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