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Our ears have heard Our fathers tell and

Our ears have heard Our fathers tell,
and reverently record
The wondrous works that thou hast done
in ancient time, O Lord.

How thou did'st drive the heathen out
with a most pow'rful hand,
Planting our fathers in their place,
and gav'st to them their land,

They conquered not by their own sword
the land wherein they dwell;
But by thy hand, thy arm, and grace,
because thou lov'dst them well.

Thou art my King, O God, who sav'st
Jacob in sundry wise;
Led with thy pow'r we threw down such
as did against us rise.

I trusted not in bow nor sword,
they could not save me sound;
Thou kept'st us from our foes' great rage,
and didst them all confound.

And still we boast of thee our God,
and praise thy holy Name;
Yet now thou go'st not with our host,
but leavest us to shame.

Thou mad'st us flee before our foes,
so were we over-trod;
They did us rob, and spoil our goods,
we were dispersed abroad:

Thou hast us given to our foes,
as sheep for to be slain;
Amongst the heathen ev'ry where
scattered we do remain.

Thy people thou hast sold like slaves,
and as a thing of naught;
For profit none thou hadst thereby,
no gain at all was sought.

And to our neighbors thou hast made
of us a laughing-stock;
And those that round about us dwell,
at us do grin and mock.

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Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Dates: 1549,1812
      Bible Refs: Ps 44:1-10;
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1812# 44
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