|44 (3)||Psalm 44 Version 3||LM|
|ARM of the Lord, awake, awake!
Thy power unconquerable take;
Thy strength put on, assert Thy right,
And triumph in the present fight.
|2||Why dost Thou tarry, mighty Lord?
Why slumbers in its sheath Thy sword?
Arise, Lord, for Thine honour’s sake;
Arm of the Lord, awake, awake!
|3||Behold what numbers still withstand
Thy sovereign rule and just command,
Reject Thy grace, Thy threats despise,
And hurl defiance at the skies.
|4||O come, but come not to destroy;
Mercy is ThineThy crown, Thy joy!
Their hatred quell, their pride remove,
Come, melt with grace, subdue with love.
|5||Why dost Thou from the conquest stay?
Why dost Thy saving power delay?
O how we pleadhell’s kingdom shake,
Arm of the Lord, awake! awake!
|Henry March, 1791-1869|