Songs XXVII and XXIX
A Song of Praise for Deliverance
from Enemies

Great God, who does the World command,
    Thou check'st both Wind and Waves:
The Devils, which like Lions roar,
    Are thine enchanted Slaves.
The Sons of Rage are smoking Brands,
    And Idols fear'd in vain:
Thou, Lord, the only, only God,
    Their Fury dost restrain.

Thou, Lord, didst smooth fierce Esau's Brow,
    And change his murm'ring Breath:
Thou gav'st to him a Brother's Heart,
    Who vow'd his Brother's Death.
Angels have arm'd at thy Command,
    And Stars have shot their Dart;
Nature hath fought, and Miracles
    Have took thy Church's part.

Thee, Lord, who still thy Church dost love,
    All Creatures must obey:
And when for thine thou dost arise,
    Their Enemies, where are they1 .
I cry'd to Heaven in my Distress,
    I to my God did flee;
He with Compassion heard my Cry,
    He did arise for me.

With humble Fear, and thankful Joy,
    Lord, at thy Feet I fall,
Unfeignedly acknowledging,
    That Thou alone dost all.
Thou art all Pow'r, thou art all Love,
    And so thou art to me:
Blest be my God, now and henceforth,
    And to Eternity.

A Song of Praise for Deliverance
from Imminent Dangers of Death

Lord of my Life, Length of my Days,
    Thy Hand hath rescu'd me;
Who lying at the Gates of Death
    Among the Dead was free.
My dearest Friends I had resign'd
    Unto their Maker's Care:
Methought I only time had left
    For a concluding Prayer.

Methought Death laid his Hands on me,
    And did his Pris'ner bind;
And by the Sound, methought I heard
    His Master's Feet behind.
Methought I stood upon the Shore,
    And nothing could I see,
But the vast Ocean, with my Eyes,
    A vast Eternity.

Methought I heard the Midnight Cry,
    Behold the Bridegroom comes:
Methought I was call'd to the Bar,
    Where Souls receive their Dooms.
The World was at an End to me,
    As if it all did burn:
But lo! There came a Voice from Heav'n,
    Which order'd my Return.

Lord, I return'd at thy Command,
    What wilt thou have me do ?
O let me wholly live to Thee,
    To whom my Life I owe!
Fain would I dedicate to Thee
    The Remnant of my Days.
Lord, with my Life renew my Heart,
    That both thy Name may praise.

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