“O our God, wilt Thou not judge them? for we have no might against this great company that cometh against us; neither know we what to do: but our eyes are upon Thee.”
2 CHRONICLES 20:12
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THEY come! they come! the glittering light
Of their burnished arms shines fierce and bright;
Their banners wave proudly o'er the plain,
Their ranks are thick as the clouds with rain.
Our warriors are few, and our walls are weak,
And terror hath blanched each manly cheek;
Our wives are weeping; our children cry,
“Father, the foe!-the foe draws nigh!”
Ammon and Moab with Seir combine
Against this city and house of Thine;
In crafty counsel Thy foes agree,
Against Thy people, O Lord, and Thee.
O Rock of Ages, to Thee we fly;
To the God of Abra'm we lift our eye:
Thine arm alone can this storm dispel,
The rage and scorn of these heathen quell.
The God of our fathers hears our cry;
In the hour of trouble He 's always nigh.
“THE BATTLE IS His!" is His prophet's word:”
O Judah, trust in your faithful LORD.
“Ye shall not fight, and ye need not fear; '
The Lord of Hosts' is your refuge near.
`Jehovah Nissi ' will fight the foe;
His banner scatter their banners low.”
The singers marched in the van that day:
Their harps and cymbals the Levites play;
The king and army their voices raise
In songs of mercy, and joy, and praise.
The voice of singing begins the fight:
Their foes are filled with amaze and fright;
Against each other they turn the sword,
To fight the battle of Israel's Lord.
Their spears are broken, their banners low;
The rage is hushed of the cruel foe:
The spoils and riches bestrew the plain
Of the mighty hosts in the conflicts slain.
In the vale of Berachah unscathed they stood,
While all around them was wet with blood:
In the vale of Berachah they bless His name,
Who to their succor in mercy came.
CHRISTIAN CHORUS:
Father, forget not Thy children's prayer;
Our enemies mighty and crafty are:
Our hearts are feeble; for help we flee,
In times of conflict, O God, to Thee.
We have no might in ourselves to stand;
We trust alone in Thy powerful hand,
To bring us safe, where our hearts shall raise
Berachah's anthems of loudest praise.