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Hymn #461: Had Not The Lord, May Israel Say

Hymn #460 Hymn #462

The Church

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461 (L.M.) Isaac Watts

Had not the Lord, may Israel say,

Had not the Lord maintained our side,

When men, to make our lives a prey,

Rose like the swelling of the tide,

The swelling tide had stopped our breath;

So fiercely did the waters roll,

We had been swallowed deep in death:

Proud waters had o'erwhelmed our soul.

We leap for joy, we shout and sing,

Who just escaped the fatal stroke;

So flies the bird with cheerful wing,

When once the fowler's snare is broke.

Forever blessèd be the Lord,

Who broke the fowler's cursèd snare,

Who saved us from the murd'ring sword,

And made our lives and souls His care.

Our help is in Jehovah's name,

Who formed the earth and built the skies;

He that upholds that wondrous frame

Guards His own church with watchful eyes.

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