A Song of Praise for Deliverance from Enemies

GReat God, who dost the World command,
Thou check'st both winds and waves;
The Devils, which like Lions Roar,
Are thine Enchain'd Slaves:
The Sons of Rage are smoaking 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 Brothers Heart,
Who vow'd his Brothers Death:
Angels have Arm'd, at thy Command,
And Stars have shot their Dart;
Nature hath fought, and Miracles
Have took thy Churches part.

Thee, Lord, who still thy Church dost love,
All Creatures must obey;
And when for Thine thou dost arise,
Their En'mies, where are they?
I cry'd to Heav'n 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.