Blessed be the Lord my Rock,
Who trains my hands for war

Blessed be the Lord my Rock,
Who trains my hands for war
Would you behold the works of God,
His wonders in the world abroad,
Go with the mariners, and trace
The unknown regions of the seas
Then shall the nations know
That glorious, dreadful word,
Jehovah is thy name alone,
And thou the sovereign Lord
That they may know that You, whose name alone is the Lord,
Are the Most High over all the earth
Proclaim him king, pronounce him blest;
He’s your defence, your joy, your rest:
When terrors rise, and nations faint,
God is the strength of ev’ry saint.
Psalm 60 Poem by Isaac Watts Lord, hast thou cast the nation off?Must we for ever mourn?Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath?Shall mercy ne’er return? The terror of one frown of thineMelts all our strength away;Like men that totter drunk with wine,We tremble in dismay. Great […]
Some trust in chariots, and some in horses; But we will remember the name of the Lord our God