Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Had not the Lord (may Israel say) been pleased to interpose; 2 Had he not then espoused our cause, when men against us rose:
3,4,5 Their wrath had swallowed us alive, and raged without control; Their spite and pride's united floods had quite o'erwhelmed our soul.
6 But praised be our eternal Lord, who rescued us that day, Nor to their savage jaws gave up our threatened lives a prey.
7 Our soul is like a bird escaped from out the fowler's net; The snare is broke, their hopes are crossed, and we at freedom set.
8 Secure in his almighty name our confidence remains, Who, as he made both heav'n and earth, of both sole monarch reigns.