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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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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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1549,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 44:1-10;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1812 | # 44 |
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