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1 Now Israel may say, and that truly, If that the Lord had not our cause maintain’d; 2 If that the Lord had not our right sustain’d, When cruel men against us furiously Rose up in wrath, to make of us their prey;
3 Then certainly they had devour’d us all, And swallow’d quick, for ought that we could deem; Such was their rage, as we might well esteem. 4 And as fierce floods before them all things drown, So had they brought our soul to death quite down.
5 The raging streams, with their proud swelling waves, Had then our soul o’erwhelmed in the deep. 6 But bless’d be God, who doth us safely keep, And hath not giv’n us for a living prey Unto their teeth, and bloody cruelty.
7 Ev’n as a bird out of the fowler’s snare Escapes away, so is our soul set free: Broke are their nets, and thus escaped we. 8 Therefore our help is in the Lord’s great name, Who heav’n and earth by his great pow’r did frame.