Psalm 18, Part 3

Thou still shalt save the poor oppress'd,
And bring their proud oppressors down;
The Lord will give His people rest,
Will comfort His afflicted one;
My God shall in my darkness shine,
And fill my lamp with light Divine.

By Thee I have a troop broke through,
And scaled the wall, O God, by Thee;
Thy way is right, Th)- word is true.

And fully verified in me:
My Lord is faithful to redeem,
The shield of all that trust in Him.

For who, except the Lord, is God?

Who is a rock but God alone?
My soul He hath with strength endued,
To perfect love He leads me on;
My feet, through Him, the hinds outfly,
And spurn the earth and scale the sky.

1 8 'Tis God instructs my hands to war,
My arms have broke a bow of steel;
My soul is more than conqueror,
And strong in strength invincible;
Thou hast a shield on me bestow'd.
The mercy of my Saviour-God.

r 9 Sustain'd by Thine almighty hand,
And greaten'd by Thy gentle love,
My feet, new-taught on Thee to stand,
And swiftly in Thy paths to move,
Confirm'd, upheld on every side, —
My feet could neither sink nor slide.

My foes I challenged forth to fight,
And vex'd them with offensive war,
Follow'd, o'ertook, and stopp'd their flight,
Nor would from the pursuit forbear,
Till crush'd, consumed, beneath my power.
They sunk, they fell, to rise no more.

2 1 Thou, Lord, hast girded me with might,
And arm'd my soul for conquests new;
When other hosts appear'd in sight,
Thine arm did other hosts subdue,
Compell'd the aliens to submit,
And bow'd their necks beneath my feet.
2 2 The Lord for me doth ever live:

Blessing ascribe to God most high!
Glory and thanks to Jesus give,
The Rock on which I still rely!
Extol His power, His mercies raise,
ITie God of my salvation praise!

'Tis God who vindicates my right,

And all my foes persists to' o'erthrow;
Thou hast redeem'd me by Thy might,
Superior to my inbred foe,
Thy love hath set my spirit free,
And bade me Hve, O Lord, to Thee.

Wherefore I will exalt Thy name,

And teach the heathen world Thy praise;
In songs of sacred joy proclaim
Thy riches of redeeming grace,
Till all the heathen world confess
And hymn the Lord our Righteousness.

Mighty to save. His love we sing.

The love that doth our souls convert;
The Christian is His priest and king.

The David after His own heart;
And all His seed — His church — adore
The love that saves for evermore.