The Lord of Hosts in triumph led! It was not counsel, spear, nor sword, A heritage for Israel won; It was Jehovah's awful word That led our conquering armies on. [Pg 58] The heathen host—their warriors brave— Were scattered when the Lord arose; At his terrific glance, a grave Was found by Jacob's haughty foes! God of our strength! Almighty Power! Our sure defence, our sword and shield, Still guide our hosts in danger's hour, Still lead our armies to the field. In thee we trust—what foe can stand The awful brightness of thine eye? Both life and death are in thy hand, And in thy smile is victory! [Pg 59] [Pg 59]
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