The Conqueror's Song

Verse 1

To thine almighty arm we owe The triumphs of the day; Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe, And melt their strength away.

Verse 2

'Tis by thine aid our troops prevail, And break united powers, Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale The proudest of their towers.

Verse 3

How have we chased them through the field, And trod them to the ground, While thy salvation was our shield, But they no shelter found!

Verse 4

In vain to idol saints they cry, And perish in their blood Where is a rock so great, so high, So powerful as our God?

Verse 5

The Rock of Isr'el ever lives, His name be ever blest; 'Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives, And gives his people rest.

Verse 6

On kings that reign as David did, He pours his blessings down; Secures their honors to their seed, And well supports the crown.