Psalm 44, Part 1

O God, we of Thy fame have heard,
Our fathers in our ears have told
How oft Thou hast for them appear'd,
And wonders wrought in times of old.
Thou didst with Thine almighty hand
The seven devoted nations chase,
Cast out the heathen from their land,
And plant Thine Israel in their place.
For not by their own arm or sword
The land they in possession gain'd,
Thy arm, and Thy right hand, O Lord,
For them the victory obtain'd.
Thy countenance benignly shone,
And help'd and saved the chosen seed.
Thou didst Thy favourite people own.
And conquering, on to conquer lead.
O God, Thou art my God and King,
Thou dost the same for ever reign.
Salvation to Thy Jacob bring.

Deliverances for us ordain:
Through Thee we have our foes o'erthrown.

And still we shall the victory get,
O'ercome them through Thy name alone.
And tread them down beneath our feet.
For not in my own sword or bow
Will I for help or safety trust,
Thou, only Thou, hast quell'd the foe,
And trod his honour in the dust.
Thy name demands the grateful song,
O God, we glory in Thy grace.
In Thee we triumph all day long.
And dwell for ever on Thy praise.