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See, roused by discord’s fierce alarms,
The headlong nations rush to arms!
But God asserts his sovereign sway;
Ye nations all, his voice obey.
Come and behold a scene of dread
Behold a world with slaughter spread:
And know, ‘tis God, who bids each land
Thus feel the terrors of his hand.
‘Tis his again, the earth to cheer,
To break to bow, to snap the spear;
To wrap in flames the glittering car,
And hush the tumult of the war.
“Be still, ye sons of pride, and own
That I am God, and I alone:
Exalted o’er each heathen land.
Exalted o’er the earth I stand.”
On heaven’s high Lord our trust we build,
The God of Jacob is our shield:
His arm, exerted in our right,
Shall turn the adverse powers to fight.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1829
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 46:6;
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