Psalms 74:12

• [Psa 74:12] O God, Thou Art Our King Of Old

  O God, Thou art our King of old, Salvation Thou hast wrought; In safety through the mighty sea Our fathers Thou hast brought. With mighty arm Thou didst destroy The pride of boastful man, And for Thy people made a path Where mighty waters ran. The day is Thine, and Thine the night, And Thine the shining sun; At Thy command earth’s bounds are set And changing seasons run. Mark how Thine enemies, O Lord, Against Thee proudly speak; Preserve Thy saints from wicked men, Be mindful of the meek. Fulfill, O Lord, Thy covenant, Our strong Protector be, For in the earth are dark abodes Of crime and cruelty. Let not Thy saints be put to shame; No longer in Thy sight Permit Thy foes to vaunt themselves; Lord, vindicate the right.

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• [Psa 74:12] Waves Of Salvation, The

  O ye waves of free salvation, Onward sweep from day to day, Till all trace of desolation From our earth is washed away. Refrain O ye waves, roll on, roll on! With a mighty sweep, roll on! Till the lost are gathered in, Saved forevermore from sin. O ye waves of free salvation, Wondrous joy to mortals bring, Giving souls a glad translation To the palace of the King. Refrain O ye waves of free salvation, Still enrich this world of ours, Till each high and lowly station Shall be bright with sweetest flow’rs. Refrain O ye waves of free salvation, Tarry not for wind nor tide; May each heart, in acceptation, To your gladness open wide. Refrain

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Psalms 124:2

• [Psa 124:2] If God Had Not Been On Our Side

  If God had not been on our side And had not come to aid us, The foes with all their power and pride Would surely have dismayed us; For we, His flock, would have to fear The threat of men both far and near Who rise in might against us. Their furious wrath, did God permit, Would surely have consumed us And as a deep and yawning pit With life and limb entombed us. Like men o’er whom dark waters roll Their wrath would have engulfed our soul And, like a flood, o’erwhelmed us. Blest be the Lord, who foiled their threat That they could not devour us; Our souls, like birds, escaped their net, They could not overpower us. The snare is broken—we are free! Our help is ever, Lord, in Thee, Who madest earth and Heaven.

  source: Cyberhymnal