Saved by thy hand, triumphant in Thy power

Verse 1

Sav'd by thy hand, triumphant in thy pow'r, The king shall thee in gratitude adore. By thee supported in the doubtful day, To thee the tribute of his praise shall pay:

Verse 2

Ne'er, when with suppliant voice to thee he pray'd, Didst thou deny in his distress thy aid; Ne'er, when his lips pour'd forth his heart's desire, Fruitless did he the humble boon require,

Verse 3

Of all the bounties of thy love possest, Above the warmest of his wishes blest, A golden diadem surrounds his head, Whose glitt'ring gems their bright effulgence shed.

Verse 4

For life he ask'd--thou more than life hast giv'n, A life of immortality in heav'n.

Verse 5

Eternal honours does thy hand bestow; Eternal glories from thy goodness flow;

Verse 6

Eternal bliss thou giv'st without alloy, Thy glad'ning presence ever to enjoy.

Verse 7

For thou the anchor of his hope shalt be; His trust he'll place, all-pow'rful God, in thee.

Verse 8

Thy foes thy hand vindictive soon shall feel; Vainly from thee wou'd they themselves conceal;

Verse 9

For, like the fire, which in the furnace roars, And the dry fuel, greedily devours, On their devoted heads thy judgments fall, And thy tremendous wrath consumes them all;

Verse 10

Their names are lost among the sons of men, And none will dare to say they've ever been.

Verse 11

'Gainst thee their fraudful villainies they schem'd; And, boastful, of their high success they dream'd:

Verse 12

Therefore from thee shall they attempt to fly, Yet by the arrows of thy vengeance die,

Verse 13

Yes, Lord; in all thy majesty arise, Exert thy strength against thine enemies: So shall the pious tribes thy name adore, And in continued anthems hail thy pow'r