Hymns for the Public Thanksgiving-Day, 4

Join all who know the Name
That sure deliverance brings,
The conquering God proclaim,
The guardian King of kings:
Saved from the peril of the sword,
Rejoice, and glory in the Lord.
He on our Israel's side
In glorious power hath stood,
And quell'd their cruel pride,
Who thirsted for our blood:
Saved from the peril of the sword,
Rejoice, and glory in the Lord.
Forth with our armies went
The God of victory,
And bless'd the instrument
That set our nation free:
Saved from the peril of the sword,
Rejoice, and glory in the Lord.
The means His wisdom chose
We honour, and look through.
To Him, who all our foes,
When flush'd with conquest, slew:
Saved from the peril of the sword,
Rejoice, and glory in the Lord.
Wisdom as strength belongs
To Jesu's only name,
He claims our thankful songs,
From whom our safety came:
Saved from the peril of the sword,
Rejoice, and glory in the Lord.
To Him let us restore
The lives He doth redeem,
And praise Him evermore,
And live and die to Him:
Saved from the peril of the sword,
Rejoice, and glory in the Lord.